No, I’m not kidding.
Colorado Springs is my new favorite city in America. The mountains are majestic, the weather (in the spring) is perfect, and well… I didn’t want to come back home after spending three days there.
We spent a majority of our time at the Olympic Training Center. My brother (the rockstar) qualified for the Junior Olympics in air rifle (yes, it’s an Olympic sport. Really.), so my family and I trucked (or in my case, flew) up to Colorado to cheer him on. The OTC is, for lack of a better word, inspiring. I can easily see why a young athlete would want to live there. Heck, I want to live there! World class facilities, the Colorado mountains, and oh yes, an unlimited supply of food in the athletes’ cafeteria. Sounds like a pretty good deal to me.
But lest you think we spent all of our time stalking Olympic athletes and drooling over giant plates of food (only athletes are allowed to eat in the cafeteria anyway. Tyranny, if you ask me.), there’s much more to see and do in “Springs” than play the “guess the country flag” game.
While Matthew fraternized with athletes from around the country, my parents and I went to Garden of the Gods and drove the winding road to the summit of Pikes Peak. Literally jaw-droppingly beautiful. I haven’t spent much time around mountains, but I’ll tell you this: it would not hurt my feelings to live where the air is a bit thinner.
See? Told you it was amazing.
Sadly, I don’t have much to report in the way of delicious restaurants. That is THE one aspect in which Colorado Springs was… well… less than exciting. I was expecting local eateries, Trader Joe’s, you know… Austin-y things. And “Springs” didn’t deliver, unfortunately. But I guess the mountains make up for all of that. Or at least I’ll keep telling myself that.
After spending three days in Colorado, I told my brother that he needs to kick himself in to high gear so he can become a “resident athlete” at the Olympic Training Center. So that I can visit. And also so he can be successful. But really so that I can visit.