After our fill of exploring, we headed back to the hotel to get ready for a night out in the city. An Insta-friend (aka a friend on Instagram) who lives in the area recommended some of her favorite restaurants, and after looking at half a dozen menus, we settled on Racine's downtown. It was absolutely delicious, and we loved the look of the restaurant, too. It was yet another example of old/historic meets new/modern.
|By far the best meal we had the whole trip.|
|The view of Union Station from the rooftop parking garage across from the museum.|
Then we were greeted by simply written "Hello".
We paid our $5 each, and were ready to experience more of the amazing art we'd seen around the city. However...that never happened. We toured the basement, and two main floors and saw THREE "exhibits". (Really, they were sparse walls with a few mediocre pieces.) We passed numerous empty rooms that were closed for "updating". What was apparently the coolest part (a bubble garden on the 3rd floor) was closed for a private event. It took us 20 minutes to walk through the ENTIRE museum. We kept looking at each other like "are we missing something?" I am an avid "Yelper" and always check Yelp before going somewhere new/out of town, but this time we just went on a whim. I checked Yelp after the fact, and so wished I'd looked at it before. It would have saved us time and $10.
|The top floor that we didn't get to see.|
As we left the museum, completely disappointed and bummed, we knew we needed something special to redeem this evening out. Since the sun was just starting to set, we jumped back into the car and took off toward the Red Rocks Park and Amphitheater. It was one of the things we'd most looked forward to.
The drive up was so scenic and beautiful.
|What do I have to do to live in that house?|
As we walked up to the top, we were greeted by a large, bronze scuplture. We loved how everything in Colorado had a back story.
As we rounded the corner, the anticipation grew...
|Can you see it? Just left of the street light.)|
As we exited the park, we snapped one last picture at the Red Rocks Trading Post. It looked like it had been there for as long as the rocks themselves.
After views like that, how could our night NOT be redeemed?
To be continued...