We wake up the next morning determined to hike up the mountain that is right behind our house. I forget the name of it, but it's a freaking mountain. The views were stunning while wheezing our way to the top but we were determined to beat the 5 year old girls that were right on our tails (we beat them in the end). We get to the top and of course its an incredible view of Boulder. Going down was a tricky situation; Dk's mountain climbing prowess basically allowed him to do cartwheels down the mountain while I (Goodman) pretty much crab walked the whole way.
The rest of the day was pretty much the same as previous day: people watching and buying food we didn't need. That evening though opened up a lot of doors for us. A guy named Tripp sat down next to us with his dinner and we started up a conversation. We told him our story and he offered us a place to stay for the Fourth of July which was awesome because we felt bad asking Dan and everyone if we could keep staying for one extra night.
It's the Fourth of July and we sleep through whatever parade there was going to be in downtown Boulder. We leave Dan's place and head over to Tripp's where he meets us briefly and than takes a nap two minutes later. We're left with Leyton, their new roommate from Mississippi who's been there for about a week. We all hit it off with Leyton immediately. It was a really hot day so we all, including Leyton, decide to go to the resevoir nearby. We get there and it says "No Trespassing." Fortunately for us, Leyton was drunk and had no problem hopping the fence (DK drove his car over so we were all pretty much forced to follow, but it turned out not being a big deal at all). The water felt great on such a hot day and we swam around for about 45 minutes.
Back at the house we started grilling and drinking a bit to celebrate the Fourth. Leyton started to tell us about his life as a drug dealer back in Mississippi. Apparently he had connections that allowed him to import pills from India and when that wasn't enough, he would drive 34 hours non-stop to California to pick up a pound of weed (I couldn't make this up if I tried). He was awesome to hang out with nonetheless and he introduced to one of the other roommates named Geo. Geo was 19 and spent the past few years hopping trains and getting his on-and-off-again girlfriend pregnant (at that time they were off, and he was telling us about the child support he was going to pay her).
A bunch more people here and there but no one as interesting or exciting as Geo and Leyton. Dk and I had to wake up early the next morning to drive 7 hours to Mancos, CO to start our WWOOFing commitment on "Banga's Farm." That morning was so hectic just throwing things in the car and scrounging around blindly for my contact case. I also had a bloody nose which wasn't helping matters. We got everything settled and jumped on the Aussie's to say goodbye. We definitely were gunna miss those guys. They planned on hitch hiking up to Yellowstone so the fact we were going in opposite directions meant not even a lift to the major roads. It was a quick and painless goodbye; def gunna keep in touch with those two.
That was that, now on to Mancos...
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