Song: New Horizons
Group: The Moody Blues
The other day...
I had a craving for BBQ.
As I am still in search of the perfect BBQ...
I decided to drive North of Colorado Springs to a highly rated one
in a small mountain town.
I ordered two 1/4 pound BBQ shredded pork sandwiches...
and one 1/2 pound sliced brisket sandwich...
along with a side of beans and three bags of chips...
and an iced sweet tea.
While it was okay...
this just wasn't what I was looking for...
as my favorite type of BBQ is Texas style...
and this was more of an Alabama or St. Louis style (sweeter...not so much tang).
As I was driving back...
I couldn't even believe it myself...
but after eating a pound of meat...
I was still hungry...
...and so, just as I was entering old town Manitou Springs...
I stopped in at KFC to buy a 16 piece bucket of chicken...
and although I nibbled at it some on the way home...
I saved the bucket of chicken to eat on the morrow
(I ate the whole bucket in one sitting the next day.
I don't know what it is...
but sometimes...
my hunger is such that I will eat twice my normal amount...
and no...
I still don't gain weight.
The key is not eating within 6-10 hours before bedtime...
and if you wish to lose weight...
perform endurance exercise within 2-3 hours before bedtime as well).
On my way home from KFC...
just leaving Manitou Springs.
I had a nice drive home...
especially with this sunset...
as I continued looking at it as I drove perpendicular to it.
Today...
I just wanted to try a local sandwich place...
just a 20 minute drive from home in the small town just South of Cripple Creek...
Victor...
a very small old mining town.
It was 70 F (21.1 C)...
and I drove with the windows open and enjoyed the views
until I arrived at Victor...
20 minutes later.
Just a few minutes from the town of Victor in this photo.
The very old and small town of Victor.
They really should have a dedicated heat shield behind this wood stove.
I had tried their Miner's Pastie...
a meat pie.
Although it was okay...
I thought it should have had more spices added.
I had gotten a ham and cheese sandwich.
Not only was the bread too vertically large
(I had to make like a python and almost unhinge my jaw to take a bite)...
but, it simply did not wow me...
it was rather flavorless.
It was disappointing...
as it was the second restaurant in a row which would prove to be but a one time visit.
I thought that both being in a more isolated community...
that they would have to be good in order to continue to get return traffic
from their rather small communities...
but...
it seemed to be more of a case of having a semi captive customer base...
and so...
either they didn't feel the need to improve...
or perhaps...
they couldn't survive competition with a much larger customer base...
and that is why they had chosen to open their restaurants there.
After leaving Cripple Creek on my way home.
Just before my mountain ridge turnoff.
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Just like with the many small or large disappointments in life...
they make us appreciate even more...
the good times.
They are all part of the adventure that is life.
And so...
the search for the best restaurants continues.
It will be part of a long process...
but an interesting gourmandic journey nonetheless.
I still just love the country drives while playing my favorite music.
It is all part of running towards life...
instead of having disappointment or our own lassitude drag us down...
or running away from life out of fear.
Do not live the life of a rabbit...
fearing to stray from your safe underground den.
Brave the skies...
and soar free.
Know what makes you happy...
and go out and get it.
It is all worth it.
Acknowledge death...
for it comes for us all...
and so...
gives us a sense of urgency.
Extract everything out of life before then.
That is our mission...
if you choose to accept
(dun dun...dundun dun dun dundun dun :)
