Salida Marathon - Post lube (pub crawl)

No rest for the wicked they say. :D after cleaning up we headed over to Moonlight Pizza for some of the most awesome pizza ever. A Large Caveman pizza later, and we are set to start drinking. We walked over to the start at the 1st St. Cafe. A tiny bar in the back was perfect for the hashers. There were a few pikes peak hashers already their waiting for us. Let the drinks flow. We took a couple of group photos along the way. Brownie and I were the hares, and we planned on hitting every bar in the tiny historic downtown of Salida, Co. :D


After watching Kerri (AWF), get absolutely hammered on a "delicious and delightful" drink that she got the bartender to concoct, we headed over to our second beer stop...sans Kerri. LOL she had to go to bed, and fight her own demons. :D more importantly, the headache. Some microbrews later, and we were gone, on to the next bar. The names escape me, but it was a whiskey bar. The owners were very cool, so we had 2 drinks at this bar.

Next stop, a country bar. hahahaha gotta have a country bar in the mix. This was fun, and the ladies were out on the dance floor dancing, along with Gordo and BLOS. :D


At some point, at the 5th bar, Bill shouted out that he'd never had Tehuaca (sp?), so Gordo promptly ordered us all a round. bleh!!! but, being non-whining hashers, we obliged, pounded it, and moved on to Jager Bombs. : LOL

Gordon was exceptionally gracious in his beer purchases. hahaha and it was a blast to meet some new people/hashers from Colorado. We managed to spend so much time at this bar, that the last 2 bars, were closed. So we decided to just close this bar down. Later, passed out in my bunk bed at the hostel, I couldn't help but smile as I realized how epic this weekend had been. The following day, we would drive back to Colorado Springs, and do a brewery tour on the way back.

on a side note: While running the last few miles of the marathon, I noticed some very grey and ominous looking clouds coming in. Sure enough, that night, the storm blew in, and by the next morning, it was cloudy, overcast, and snowing hard....for like 20 hours...all the way back to Colorado Springs. If this would have happened on race day, I'm remisce to say that I would have turned left at the stop sign, and run the 2 mile fun run, with the 10 year old kid that was out solo. HAHAHAHA