The Big Trip: The Tornado

So, just as the democrats are getting ready for their hoo-rah in Denver, we're driving to the burbs south of the city to have dinner at a micro brewery ('natch) with our vacation buddies and their kids. On the way there, I notice some very dark clouds to the east. No biggie, summer thunder storms are de riguer in these parts. Then I notice a funnel coming out of one of them and point it out to the wife and the HB as we just do not get those in LA.

Slowly, but surely it made its way to the ground.



People were pulling off the road to take pictures, videos. The one above was taken from near our friends' house. Apparently, it did a bunch of damage. No more shit about earthquakes, k?

So, as this bad boy was finishing up, we drove to dinner, first through hail, then through biblical rain. It was great hanging with them for a couple of hours as we really didn't get the chance to at the lake house. The irony being that I'll see the dad this weekend for our fantasy football draft and the UCLA-Tennessee game.

One thing that struck me about this part of CO was the whiteness. Between Boulder and Denver, I don't remember seeing an Asian, African-American or Hispanic. When we split the tab at the restaurant, the waitress couldn't quite get it right, so she apologized for it being so "ghetto", as if she'd been in one. From this and conversations with out friends, I got the sense it was a white christians only kinda place. Obviously, the tornado was taking care of the sinners.