Why, Tellulah we're not in Kansas anymore (but we were for a really long time)

I had been warned that the long drive through Kansas was going to be ROUGH. It was not too bad, though. I'd take cruising through Kansas over being stuck in bumper to bumper traffic any day. Although a bit bland, the drive made me realize how blue the sky really is. Within the first few hours of our ride, I saw this sign and made a special request to check this place out:

[ THE OZ Museum...only 9 miles away ]

I mean, how could I not stop at the OZ Museum when en route to the Emerald City? Unfortunately, it was closed, but it was fun to drive through the area it is located.

[ Man, I wish this would have been open ]

[ Small town, America ]

After a few hours, the ride was getting a bit monotonous. Thus, we stopped and admired the flat lands.

[ Needles in haystacks ]

[ Glory ]

[ Kansas put a nice gleam on Tellulah ]

We did encounter some funny signs on the road; such as these:

[ 'SEE THE LARGEST PRARIE DOG IN THE WORLD']

[ 'SEE LIVE RATTLESNAKES' ]

And, we did see an abundance of sunflowers:

Moreover, we wanted to say "Hey Mom!" and "Wassup Dad?!" from the middle of nowhere:

[ Dave 'Hey Mom!', Em 'Wassup Dad?! ]

Finally, we started seeing mountains and made it to Denver, Colorado. There, we stayed with my good friend from Goucher College, Rebecca. Rebecca lives in a beautiful section of Denver known as Cherry Creek. We took a walk around a lovely lake in her neighborhood:

[ Rebecca and I ]

We also shared a delicious meal at Den Deli, a seafood market and Japanese bar on South Pearl Street. Next, we had a special stop to make on South Sherman Street. There lives another another seafaring friend of mine, Danni. However, unfortunately Danni was out of town (actually, on a road trip of her own)...but instructed me to check her mailbox for a little something she left for me. 

[ Danni's place; South Sherman Street on a Saturday night ]

Before I found the above envelope with my name on it, I found something somewhat familiar looking to me on the top of the mail pile. 

It was this postcard. This type of postcard is very familiar to me, as Danni used to send me one once a week our senior year of college. She attended CSU in Fort Collins, CO where the New Belgium Brewery is located; there, various funky postcards are given to customers as coasters. The best part about it, is you can actually send the coaster postcards for free. I mentioned to Danni that I LOVE snail mail, so she stared sending me these lovely postcard/coasters quite frequently. I have a huge stack of these accumulated, and I even packed them with me for my new place in Eugene. It's been a while since I've seen one of these postcards, and I always enjoyed reading the little story that accompanied the postcard on the back. I'm sorry, Danni, please don't think I was intruding, but I HAD to flip this postcard over and read the brief blurb on the back....and this is what I found:

Turns out that's Emily on the font (coincidence?); and she's on a bike (something I told Danni would be one of my first purchases when I get to Eugene) AND she's wearing a tutu (I like to dance and I used to pirouette on the daily in my Ballet classes) 

Please note: Danni comes home today, so I don't think I am spoiling too much of what surprises remain in her mailbox. Besides, I slipped a surprise of my own in there that will remain unknown. 

My evening ended at a denim party; only in Denver would I end up at a Denim Party.

[ Denim in Denver ]

Alright, enough bloggins...it's time to hit the road for Salt Lake City!