Boulder

The appearance of Spring from the day before had evaporated with the snowfall. We were pretty parka'd up while we waited on the Pearl Street Mall. We had aranged to meet on March 23rd at High Noon CST. The clock in the background reads ten after one Mountain time. We missed them. Les and Drew had been hanging out in Boulder the day before as well, but had run out of cash and didn't want to sleep another night in their car. To Les's credit though, he drove the entire way back from Boulder to Auburn in one long stretch; twenty-five hours or about 1700 miles. We toured around a little more, bought some T-shirts, and decided to head the hell away from the snow.

Where the fuck are you guys

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entropy: (en·tro·py) -n.; Things fall apart.

2:15 PM 225:25 Hour Boulder, Colorado