We’d organised a late checkout from out hotel room. Which was just as well. Our flight left at 20:50 and we had been told to clear security by 19:30. Once we were homeless we had to entertain ourselves, and find restrooms (toilets), until it was time to hand back our hire car and for me to take my first valium.
Packing was tricky. As we’d been out of action for most of the last week, we didn’t seem to have bought much in the way of souvenirs but despite that I thought it would be touch and go whether or not we would manage to get everything into our two suitcases. With a lot of squeezing and pummelling we just about managed to get everything to fit. We had also been partially self catering for the past week so there was a lot of stuff left over which I hope the cleaners might have found a home for.
So what to do next? One of the ways America wins over the other countries we’ve been to is that most of the shops have restrooms. So we went for the nearest big shop, a return visit to Sheplers western outfitters, where we whiled away a pleasant hour trying on hats and boots. And finally, after much deliberation, we succumbed to temptation and Stephanie bought me a very impressive pair of cowboy boots. In Italian leather. And in a very large box…
I guess I could have worn them on the plane, but I just didn’t think that a 9 hour flight, plus hours of waiting around time was the perfect occasion to break in a new pair of boots – especially since I’m really a trainers kind of person.
Sunset on our Last Night in Denver
We pondered the vexing question of how to expand further our already bursting luggage as we made a final trip to Golfsmith where they had an even better selection of women’s clothes than in Colorado Springs. This time I didn’t dare try anything on! It was probably fortunate that they didn’t have any of the items we specifically went in there to look for. Although I was sorely tempted by the most wonderful, garishly coloured golf shirt with no collar which I’m almost certain would have got me thrown of my home course for dress code violation.
One last stop for Stephanie at the Dress Barn where she (again, perhaps fortunately) failed to find a suit or something similar for work and then it was time to go and hand back our week’s trusty steed.
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