

My trip to Estes Park was filled with interesting tid bits that certainly made me want to cry, laugh hysterically, and come home with my tail between my legs--or at the very least as quickly as possible. Especially after I got stung repeatedly by a yellow jacket. Although even that has turned out, as I no longer have extreme joint pain in that elbow. Huh, who'da thunk it?
I arrived on Friday, to the quaint little cabin on the mountain, and to my surprise a new furnace was being installed. No worries, right?? wrong. Long story short, no heat for the weekend. Innocently enough, I say no problem, right? wrong. It's ok during the day but it got cold at night. I mean, I am after all in a little mountain valley and it does get down to freezing. Freezing is cold by the way.
Then unknown to me as I have had the doors open all day to the quaint little cabin on the mountain, we closed the doors at night because its too cold to keep them open and there is a noxious odor in said "quaint" cabin, which is no longer "quaint." The odor is so bad it makes our eyes water. OMG!! Had the town not been totally booked we would have left, its that bad.
So between having no heat and the odor, the people with whom I am sharing the "quaint" little cabin have nothing good to say about the place. The comments are really bad and I feel terrible, because guess who chose the place to stay?? yep, Me, Myself and I. I just wanted to crawl under a rock and die, I tell ya. It was bad. I tried to make positive comments but in the end I succumbed to the negative too. Interestingly enough when I started on the poor little cabin, my roomies started to make positive comments. Nothing like accidental reverse psychology in the making.
We eventually had to shut the doors or really freeze. We did have a fireplace and built a fire in it, and still froze. We finally sent (best friend) BF's DD to Safeway to purchase scented candles and Febreeze. Thank goodness it stayed open till 11pm.
Ok, that was Friday. Here's Saturday. Saturday was the parade. Just before it started I went to the visitor's center to use the privy. While in the privy, I slipped and fell on some water and accidentally hung myself with my scarf. Oh, god, oh god. I just want to die or cry!! I am defeated. I am splayed out on the bathroom floor and can't get undone and can't get up. There was a lady there and she had to help untangle me and help me up. I was so embarrassed and now have a limp--I hurt my knee. I limp up to the people having a great time at the front desk and inform them about the water on the floor. I know what you are thinking---was it really water??? yes, yes it was--it didn't smell or anything and was clear, I swear. Talk about crushing the happy atmosphere in the visitor's center. I limp out and back to the parade. Its painful, but I shake it off. right?? right. I also have to tell the others why I am now limping.
The parade was great and I spent the rest of the day at the festival---just limping around---I mean hanging out, which was terrific too. The festival, not the limping.
That evening as I prepared to go to the Celtic Concerts, I got repeatedly stung by a yellow jacket. I was just sitting there not moving, hanging out on the back deck and all of a sudden I feel something biting me. OUch, ouch, ouch. I look incredulously at my elbow to find a yellow jacket stinging me. Sheesh, by this time I am convinced by what the others are saying and that the cabin is haunted. I determinedly head out to the concerts, wondering if I'll still be alive afterwards. BTW--the candles and Febreeze helped immensely with the smell. The concerts were great and I got in at about 1am. Alive and well.
BF's DD couldn't sleep that night as she dreamed that I never made it back due to all my bad luck.
We made it one more night in the "quaint" now determined to be haunted cabin. I tried to sit out on the deck but each time I did a swarm of yellow jackets came at me. The others, interestingly enough, did not have this problem.
Sunday, I got to golf at the nine-hole course and did fantastic--44. Hey, things are looking up right?? I am supposed to stay one more day to enjoy my surroundings and leisurely make my way home the next day, but by this time even with the terrific golf score, there is NO WAY I am staying in the "haunted" cabin alone, my roomies were leaving that day, and I was being swarmed by the yellow jackets each time I went outside, and still no heat. There was no way I was going to push my luck any further.
I packed up, called the rental management company, asked for a refund for that evening and for a partial refund for the other nights as there was not heat, and reimbursement for the odor eating supplies and happily headed home. Yeah me. Side note: the screen door came off its runners and I couldn't get it back on. It's time to go and go quickly.
I got home early Sunday. Spent it cleaning out the odor from my stuff, hoping that I still have a BF, and spent a wonderful day on Monday---at HOME. There is no place like home, there is absolutely no place like home.
--anyone up for traveling with me??? Truly, its never boring.
-BTW I plan on going to Sock Summit in 2013---Now who needs a roomie???
-forgot to mention the flames in the kitchen on Saturday evening too. It was pretty funny!!! No, it wasn't me but a paper towel that BF's DD was cooking with, and the paper towel got too close to the gas burner being used and it burst into flames just as I walked into the kitchen. ha BF and I calmly watched her DD dance around saying, oh, god, oh-god, oh god! and she finally got the paper towel to the sink and doused it with water. :)
Good day. -pictures copyrighted by me.