With night falling, we find our way to dinner, and the hotel, where we are assigned a room in the rear next to the shady pet walking area, which has a small fountain.
As we settle in, a group of noisy locals perch outside the door, talking at the top of their lungs as if they are deaf, and letting their screaming kids race onto the fountain, and across the pet walk area which is littered with pee and the odd poo. This is obviously a fine example of Colorado civility, and after a half an hour of listening to their pointless racket, I poke my nose out the door and ask them to please talk a little louder – we cannot hear them in the back of our room. Shamed, and alerted that the signs posted say this is a pet area, they beat a slow, noisy retreat, and we go to bed, hoping they will not return, ready to lynch us for daring to point out their sorry lack of manners.
Colorado’s scenery is indeed breathtaking, but the sad state of its self-centered and rude inhabitants will make me glad to leave this part of the country behind.