...I go, T-Rex

On Sunday Julie’s friends were butchering a pig, roasting it, and then having a party in Nederland and I definitely wanted to be there. Considering all the time I spend in the woods without a map I thought I should learn this survival skill.
Sunday morning I woke Julie and we set off to retrieve the car and try to get up to Nederland asap.
The first order of business was Julie’s coffee. We swung by the Vic’s Coffee across from Boulder Community Hospital for her early morning fix where I found that Boulder recently adopted a bike rental program. You can sign out a bike with a credit card swipe and then just return it to any bike stand around the city. I thought there were two bikes available at the station around the corner from the coffee shop but when I tried to sign them out one wouldn’t unlock.
We decided on the only logical option – she sat on the seat while I stood up and pedaled. This option seemed slightly less logical when I realized that neither tire was really inflated but by then it was too late to turn back. We returned the bike to its stand near the library, retraced the traumatic trail of the ice cream fight, got her car and raced up to Nederland.
I won’t go into much detail about the butchering of the pig but I will say in the morning it was walking around and that night it was on a plate. It was truly an amazing and educational process and I’m really glad I was part of it.
Sunday afternoon I moved all my stuff into my new place in downtown Boulder – with a hot tub – and then headed back up to Nederland for the party. It got off to a slow start but soon the house was packed, food was overflowing on the table, and eventually a dance party was started which literally left my feet sore for days. I usually don’t even eat meat but I figured it would probably be the freshest meat I’d ever eat so I had a little piece of our pig. My hero of the night was whoever brought a casserole dish of bacon…to a pig roast.
Monday morning I woke up and rode down to Boulder to start putting my life in order. Two weeks later and I haven’t quite completed that task but I’m making good headway. Later Monday evening I traded Julie my custom hand painted pink helmet for a free Boyz II Men concert in downtown Denver. I apparently missed the entire B2M fad because I barely knew any of their songs but I did rock out to Motown Philly and that made it all worth it.

Digging the pit.


There's a pit w/ a pig in it.