One last day in Fort Collins, we rode our bikes into town for some festivities. Riding along the Poudre (remember -- "Pooder") Trail we captured a few more interesting things. At least interesting to me. ;'-)
|Not that I haven't seen prairie dogs before, but we don't have them at home.|
|And here were two of them out of their home.|
|I call this the crow bar.|
A little furthere on we spotted a young guy with multi colored hair and leather "jewelry" adorning his wrists and throat. We could not make out what he was doing crouched over in the middle of the trail holding a pop can. As we got closer we found out what he was doing.
|The young man was trying to get this snake to trail side for safety. He said, we are all sharing this planet and this one needs some help to survive|
It was a baby and the guy wasn't sure if it was a bull snake (harmless) or a rattler (since the tail shook when he got near). I appreciated what the guy was doing, and told him so. We found our own Vernetta here in Fort Collins.
We veered off the trail to take a street into town, locked up our bikes and strolled through the stands and the shops of old town square.
|The sign over the band stand says "Fortoberfest"|
|Another mews-type alley way.|
We found lunch in the form of nachos, which Susan has been craving, and reclaimed our bikes from the bike rack to take the trail back to Lucie's. There we cleaned everything up, took showers and packed our stuff to depart for Boulder.