Lindy came for a visit from Germany. She landed at the Denver airport at 9:10 on Saturday night. After a lazy start to Sunday, we took off into the mountains in search of adventure.
A couple weeks ago, a coworker told me about the Cripple Creek Ice Festival, but I didn’t think we’d make it this year. We were halfway to Cripple Creek when I saw a sign advertising the event. It worked out perfectly. We arrived after the vendors set up their booths, but before the big crowds arrived.
There was one block of carvings. Many of them were designed to be “interactive,” with slides and steps and photo ops.
This was our favorite.
A close-up of the orange sticker on the Jeep.
I bought a corn dog. Sally bought a box of thin mints from the Girl Scouts. The Jehovah’s Witnesses had a booth. We didn’t buy anything from them.
We stopped in this store .. .
… where Sally bought this old magazine page …
… and where none of us bought this.
In another old store, I took a red chair photo.
And a picture of Lindy with her friend.
It was about 55° and felt warmer. There was snow on the fields, but the roads and sidewalks were clear. A guy in one of the stores told me the ice sculptures were all melting on the first weekend of the festival.
By the time we left, there were no parking spaces left in town and the crowds were huge.