The streets of downtown Denver are filled with sights, smells, and colorful people. I wandered over to historic Old Town and got to see a few places that Nick has been telling me about since he lived here 6 years ago. Apparently it's the perfect time of year; I got here during the two weeks that all the trees turn rich, beautiful colors, and the ground is coated with leaves of the perfect texture and abundance for crunching under my boots and kicking up in a flurry of cascading color. Day 2 of my trip has already been an adventure.

Guy on the street: "Hey, killer boots, would you like to save the killer whales?"
Me: "Already do. It's my job."
Him: "Oh, uh.." *sputters*

Random homeless guy who smelled like cigars: "Would you look happy, please? For the rest of the world?"
I smiled in reply.