Highlands Festival

We've got another assistant manager, finally, so I've been getting a little time to myself every once in a while.  Soon I may be working less than 60 hrs!

I went to the Highlands Festival in Estes Park last week with a bunch of friends.  It was definitely an adventure.  Kiso accidentally booked rooms 50 miles past Estes, so there was much driving the night before on dark twisty roads.  Katie, inexperienced in the ways of navigating mountain passes, got severely car-sick more than once along the way.  For my part, I contracted a head cold shortly before departure, and got to endure crazy altitude changes.  The next day we set out again in the morning back toward Estes.  In preparation, I got doped up on decongestants and ibprofen, and Katie skipped breakfast.

We made it just in time to see the end of the parade.  We would have seen it too, except that two blocks from the main street Melissa stepped in a hole and nearly snapped her foot off at the ankle.  Fortunately it was within a hundred yards of a pharmacy, and we were able to get her an ankle brace.  Rather than force Melissa to limp all the way to the festival, we piled into Lindsay's car and dropped off her, Kirstin, Katie, and myself.  Once Lindsay and Kiso were safely out of sight parking somewhere, Melissa realized that she'd left her shoe in the car.  I loaned her mine while we waited for the drivers to bring it with them.

As it turned out, we were all too stubborn to let go of our high spirits.  Melissa limped bravely onward, I wandered through a haze of antihistimines, and Katie didn't eat a thing all day.  In spite of it all, we still all managed to have fun watching the dancing, jousting and corgie races.