OK, thanks for that. I have been there twice in my life. The first time was when my wife and I were first married, we rode my old shovel head harley out to Colorado, and ended up in Idaho Springs just as the sun was dropping below the mountains. The second time was when my son was fourteen. He was telling me one summer day how he had never seen a mountain. I was on vacation for a week at the time, with no plans other than working on the house and the yard. We loaded up the jeep the following day, and started driving West, looking for a mountain. A couple days later, we were hiking around in Rocky Mountain National Park, and I asked my son if he wanted to check out Beau Joe's Pizza. He said that he thoguht that would be great, so off we went. We ended up in Idaho Springs once again. He called his mother on the cell and told her where we were eating. For me, it was probably the greatest trip of my life. For my son, who is 21 now, it was the summer I made him go to Colorado to find a mountain.