After arriving in Denver Thursday night, I immediately became excited about waking up Friday morning to Colorado weather-- blue blue sky, with mild temps. Unfortunately, we didn't get that 5 star day. Instead it rained incessantly, and was freezing cold. After driving around and looking at some of my old haunts in the Big D (such as my old house that I shared with Lizzie back in '99-'01), we drove down to the Springs-- and what a drive. The clouds cleared, and the mountains started to emerge. I was itching for some Rusted Root soundtracks while bopping down I-25.