Wandering Around Old Town
My crafting muse has weakened over the last few days and heck, another inch of two-by-two ribbing on Tempting does not make for interesting blogging/photography, so around five PM I dragged Dan off to wander around Old Town Fort Collins.
I took my camera.
This one was taken from my car as I waited for Dan outside Newsome Hall. Toying with lens flare and trees to pass the time.
The next stop was Big City Burrito, which makes the most addictive ranch potato burritos ever. I had already eaten, so while Dan stood in the line (which is unfailingly long enough to back up out the door) I wandered around outside and took pictures of whatever looked interesting.
I do not understand why you would do that with a perfectly good pair of shoes, but hey.
I think it’s interesting to note what Winter reveals in the various crannies and notches of a tree’s spread of branches. Old nests just look so vulnerable against bare bark and a cold sky.
We then set off to wander the streets of Old Town, and guess what I found! A new bead store: Silver & Beads, at 236 Pine Street. I was sorely tempted inside -they have everything the other local bead stores lack- but recalled Tigger and his bills, and left empty-handed. Fort Collins locals, take note: there is a tiny little bead store near the Silver Grill Cafe. It has many things of awesome. Go. See. Spend money, that I may live vicariously through you.
Right outside the bead store, shoved into a little crevasse between buildings, was this odd construction:
It made me giggle for the sheer randomness of its placement. I found a matching dog in Old Town Square, but didn’t manage to get a clear picture of it (for by that time, it was dark).
Further down the street I noticed someone had left a perfectly good (well, slightly chipped around the edges, but otherwise good) full-length mirror leaning up against a random building. I already have a full-length mirror, but I wasn’t going to miss a photo op.
In the last few years, they’ve renovated a lot of the alleyways in Old Town Fort Collins, making them wide and clean and cheerful, with strings of lights overhead and big ceramic planters and, in this particular alley, a painstakingly hand-painted pattern of concentric circles on every possible non-wall surface. Unfortunately the lighting by this time wasn’t all that conducive towards a good, clear shot. I’ll have to go back and try again later.
I’m not exactly sure why there’s a random door floating a floor up, opening into empty air. Dan hypothesizes that it’s where whoever is inside the door directs the people they don’t like.
One street in Old Town is bisected lengthwise by railroad tracks, meaning that the tracks are where the white line down the middle of the road should be. It makes for disturbing driving when the train is coming through, and all sorts of random railroad crossing warnings in the middle of the sidewalk.
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Walrus Ice Cream > all
And what better to end a nice long walk through freezing cold weather than the best ice cream in the world? Seriously, if you’re ever in Fort Collins, you must stop at Walrus. If they have it, you must order thusly: Cake batter ice cream in a chocolate dipped waffle cone with oreos and cookie dough mixed in (and maybe cherries, if you’re feeling like it). It is seriously the best ice cream on the planet Earth. Furthermore, you’ll be supporting a great little local institution that gives back to the community in many ways.
One such way is their bulletin board, which I bet I could post a Corvus corax flyer on. Good stuff.
Thus ends your tour of Old Town Fort Collins.