Our first full day of Colorado was halfway spent getting from Stratton to Colorado Springs, since the highways had shut down for some unknown, unGodly reason the night prior. By the time we took the long way in (because I was jabbering on the phone and didn't tell Robby to make a turn), and by the time we unloaded the vehicle, and by the time we changed O's entire outfit (pee all the way through which of course soaked into my sweater), and by the time we sat around the living room chit-chatting, there really wasn't left of our day.
So just as a 'something-to-do', we set out for Manitou Springs. I've been here before. Several times. Each time seems different yet the same. It's honestly one of the cutest little towns I've seen. It's got the small town feel but it's got tons of life with all the restaurants and shops that line the curvy little mountain town roads.
On this day, we were late in the day so there were a lot of shops closed down for the day. So go at a decent time if you want to actually get your biggest bang for the buck.
Manitou Springs has fresh springs throughout the town. Huh. Who would have thought, right? Each spring is offered for tastings through water fountains built just for this purpose.
|Robby helps himself|
|"Oh Lord that's awful!"|
|Or the novelty of just standing beside the dern thing for a photo op|