Elevenmile Reservoir

You probably don’t know my friend Andrew Long.

We worked together in Phoenix some years ago at a newspaper, and he’s since moved on from newspapers. His latest project is the Hunter’s Database.

I’m happy that we’re still friends. He comes through town sometimes, and we try to catch fish.

This time, Adrienne and my daughter came along and endured our heavy drinking and bad jokes. We stayed at Elevenmile Reservoir — Andrew slept in the Jeep because he makes a lot of scary noises in the night. Adrienne and I stayed in the trailer. (The teenager went back to COS to catch an early flight.)

At the last minute on a Friday, it was fairly sketchy to find a camping spot at Elevenmile, but we managed to find a great spot by the water. It’s an OK place, but we prefer creeks and rivers. Still, the campsites were well apart from the others, and it didn’t feel crowded even though it was a weekend night. Overall, a decent experience. A solid B.

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Andrew, the daughter, Tori, and me at Elevenmile.

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Of course it rained when we were there. It rains every time we go camping. That's why we got a trailer to begin with. Rain. Every. Time.

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Of course after the storm comes a rainbow. Whatever. Knock it off with the raining already. It's a pain in the ass.

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Of the three of us, the 19-year-old girl caught fish. The rest of us came up empty. Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Wildflowers at Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Wildflowers. Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Despite the rain and the not catching of any fish (except for that teen girl), we had delicious food. Hot dogs, some kind of corn medley. My kid needs longer shorts.

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Thinking about going out and not catching any fish.

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Instead of catching fish, I think I'll just sit here a little in the sun and consider all of life's mysteries.

 

Elevenmile Reservoir campground, Colorado

Campfire. We had one.

 

 

It’s been a long time. How’ve you all been?

Miss us?

Of course you did. After begging for attention in the Indy’s dumb Best of the Springs contest, we needed to relax a little and regroup. Recover a little from our shame. Maybe have a cheeseburger or two.

Anyway, so we’ve been busy being out in the world. Here’s a quick roundup.

We saw Band of Horses in Denver earlier this month at the Ogden Theater. Great show, even though we had to get our tickets through Ticketmaster. Come on, Ogden, do something about that.

Band of Horses at the Ogden Theater, Denver

If you have a chance to see Band of Horses anywhere, it's probably a good idea. They put on a great show and seem like a genuinely decent group of people. No actual horses in the show, though. So there's that.

 

Band of Horses, Ogden Theater, Denver, Sept. 4, 2011

People at the Band of Horses show love Pabst.

 

Band of Horses, Ogden Theater, Denver, Sept. 4, 2011

After drinking the Pabst, instead of throwing the can in the trash, go ahead and crush it underfoot and leave it on the floor. The person who has to pick it up doesn't mind. It's cool.

 

Band of Horses, Ogden Theater, Denver, Sept. 4, 2011

Billboard outside the Ogden. Pabst, anyone?

 

Band of Horses, Ogden Theater, Denver, Sept. 4, 2011

Thick-rimmed glasses, check. Ridiculous beard, check. Plaid snap-up shirt, check. Pabst, check. I am a caricature of the hipster. Except I am old. At least I put my damn empty beer can in the trash.

 

Band of Horses, Ogden Theater, Denver, Sept. 4, 2011

Of course this chick isn't a caricature of anything. Just having a rum and coke and enjoying the show.

 

Band of Horses, Ogden Theater, Denver, Sept. 4, 2011

After the show, we walked to Tom's Diner. Great food for a late night. I had the fish sandwich, and Adrienne had a BLT, I think.

After picking up  Adrienne from the Denver airport after one of her many trips to L.A., we stopped off at the Interstate Kitchen & Bar. Interesting. I really enjoyed the vast bourbon offerings and had for the first time in my life a flight of bourbon. Enjoyed the Interstate very much and will likely be back the next time we’re in Denver.

The Interstate Kitchen & Bar, Denver

The bar at the Interstate.

 

The Interstate Kitchen & Bar, Denver

The Interstate Kitchen & Bar, Denver

 

The Interstate Kitchen & Bar, Denver

Adrienne had the fried chicken at the Interstate. She said it was very good, particularly the gravy.

 

The Interstate Kitchen & Bar, Denver

My flight of bourbon. And an Olympia beer. Because why not.

More recently, we took a day trip to Littleton and to Rollinsville to look at a summer shack we’re interested in buying, even though we have no money to buy a summer shack. But we figured we ought to look at it anyway, just in case.

In Littleton, we stopped at Merle’s for a cheeseburger. Lots of mixed feelings here. First of all, we have no complaints about the food. But the service was lacking. We’ll list our dissatisfactions and leave it at that because we don’t want to dwell on the negative.

  1. Virtually every place we’ve ever been will seat you, hand you the menus, and a single drink menu. Why only one drink menu? Are they in short supply? Seriously, people, give a drink menu to everyone at the table.
  2. The Tex-Mex burger with jalapenos and barbecue sauce is amazing. But it’s a little messy. How about you give me a couple extra napkins?
  3. Once at Flatirons, the hostess sat us at a table right next to a family of screaming toddlers even though the place was empty. I know there’s a flow and a system. You don’t want people seated at opposite ends of the restaurant, making the server walk unnecessarily. But at the same time, if there’s plenty of room, please don’t sit tables right next to each other. It’s uncomfortable.
Merle's Restaurant, Littleton, Colorado

Adrienne wanted to sit out on the deck at Merle's in Littleton. The hostess said it was cold, but we found it to be just fine.

 

Merle's Restaurant, Littleton, Colorado

The cheeseburger at Merle's in Littleton. The fries, though, get rave reviews from Adrienne, who's very picky about her fries. She would not stop talking about how excellent the fries were. The perfect combination of crispy and greasy. Fries: A-plus.

 

Merle's Restaurant, Littleton, Colorado

All this space out on the deck.

 

Merle's Restaurant, Littleton, Colorado

Go ahead and seat these guys here right next to us. You know what, how about you seat them at our table? We have two extra seats.

And on a final note, my mom dropped by unexpectedly tonight and delivered a fall/pumpkin seasonal sampler pack of beer. My mom is awesome.

Seasonal beer dropped off unexpectedly by my mom for no reason at all.

Seasonal beer dropped off unexpectedly by my mom for no reason at all. We're liking the Tommyknocker very much.