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Urban Camping

Friends,

With urban camping season underway across the Colorado front range, now felt like a good time to ask, what makes for a good spot to pitch a tent? Private property is out of the question – “trespassers will be shot” signs can be a tad unnerving. Access to services is a selling point amongst urban campers settling near the Good Samaritan and the Jesus Saves sign. Public lands and close quarters with other like-minded urban campers also seem like key criteria. And, while a view of the capitol or a flowing stream would appear to be desirable commodities, the smell of pot and strewn litter might be bigger draws. Maybe it’s my quiet nature or the quasi-hermit mindset derived from years of working from home… whatever the reason, I think that if I were camping within city limits, I’d pick a suburban trail underpass. You know, within reach of civilization but still remote enough to create the illusion of wilderness – plus the road above bears the brunt of the elements in the event of inclement weather. This camper had the right idea.

Speaking of having the right idea, I’m headed down to Parlor to try their famous layered doughnuts. The strawberry shortcake donut looks particularly appealing. Heck, I might go crazy and try their Keto doughnut –I’m not expecting much, but then again, I shouldn't knock it unless I've tried it, right? And, if I'm lucky, I may be able to spot some urban campers in their natural habitat.

Happy Friday!



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