2 HOURS & 26 MINUTES IN THE DENVER AIRPORT

And thus continues this recap of our epic anniversary adventure / my awkward attempt to emulate the New York Times travel section. Catch up on part one right HERE and read part three whenever I get around to writing it. COOL!

2 HOURS & 26 MINUTES IN THE DENVER AIRPORT

TUESDAY

Get In The (Time) Zone | 6:59 p.m. (MST)

Land in Denver for your two-ish hour layover, realize you started your day in EST, are now in MST and will end up in PST and you have no idea what's going on. 

Say Cheese (times two!) | 7:01 p.m. - 9:00 p.m. (MST)

good times in the Denver airport, y'all!

Indulge your narcissism at the airport's handy photo booth. Lookin' good, girl! It is definitely not apparent that you're unshowered and fully delirious! Not even a little. Try to convince your husband to pose for a photo too, express zero surprise when he declines. What a party pooper. Then pop over to the Denver Chophouse restaurant located right here in Terminal A to discover the magic that is the wedge salad...basically just a chunk of crispy (nutritionally void) iceberg lettuce serving as an edible vessel on which to transport heaps of blue cheese dressing and bacon into your gaping mouth hole. What a salad! What a delight! What a world we live in!!!  

Westward Ho! | 9:25 p.m. (Yes, still MST) 

Board that plane and reset those clocks, kids, you're headed to Oregon! 

mount hood from the air

And THIS was exciting now wasn't it. Portland recap coming right on UP, I swear. See you then! 

xoxo Liz Hott