What epitomizes a place? Is it the landscape? The architecture? The people? I spent all day with my friend Sara, who is such a big part of the feeling of Fort Collins for me. Everything was amplified that day from the fact that next time I visit the town, she will no longer live there. We rode the rusty tandem bike over rail-road tracks and up dusty hills. We sat by the river till we couldn't stand just watching it pass us by, so we got in. We laid out a white linen table cloth and enjoyed our wine, cheese, and salami. We took pictures, promised to be forever pen-pals, and laughed at the boy floating down the river on his inner tube who said to us in his pubescent crackling voice, "Hey guys your bike is SICK!" When Dave met us he brought his usual calm and enthusiasm that completes any warm afternoon picnic in late May. But no time spent with Sara is complete without a trip to the sugar factory, so we packed up the bike and headed to Kilwin's for one last yummy cone (or large malt shake if you are a boy). This was the perfect way to say good-bye to both Sara and the Fort Collins that I know with her there.
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