Elk, Donkeys and Ducks
Over a snowy breakfast this weekend in Evergreen with my friend Alma, we heard a bull elk has been seen repeatedly downtown with windchimes in his antlers. Apparently the creature isn’t as afraid of man, or porches, as he probably should be. The local barista thinks the bull is a good omen. With a sincerely friendly smile, he told us stories of looking the bull in the eye and trying to connect with him. We tried not to giggle at his intensity.
The snow laid out a white welcome blanket for Alma — who is visiting from Phoenix and hasn’t spent much time in the cold. We walked around a lake with Nelson while thick, juicy flakes dropped and clung to our eyelashes. The lake, full of honking geese, couldn’t have been a more picturesque route.
But of course, Colorado this time of year isn’t just snow and mountains. There is this little football team in town called the Broncos. Attending the game Sunday was an unbelievable cultural experience. The stadium was packed with face-painted, brat-eating, beer-gulping happy fans of all ages. (Root beer for the little ones.) We blended the best we could and cheered as loud as our lungs would let us.
I’ve never been a football game, and to be honest — I still don’t understand all of the rules. But I do now have an appreciation for the culture of going to the stadium and cheering for the team. It was fun to dress in orange and blue, join in the songs and chants and boo the winning/opposing team.
We were gifted the tickets through family friends who have season passes and weren’t in town.
Lucky ducks, indeed.