Fish and Chips

Eileen is from Scotland, that wee country where friendliness and a fiesty spirit are bred into its people. She is an articulate, dynamic, outspoken 4-foot-something, loosely contained bundle of energy with flaming red hair.

It was a long day yesterday. After a fabulous breakfast and long chat with a couple from Philadelphia who were heading back today, we ascended to the summit of Pike's Peak, a staggering 14,115 feet. The guide shared funny questions posed by people whose minds were affected by the thin air, such as 'How much farther up does the mountain go past the summit?' (answer: blank stare) and 'When do deer turn into elk?' (answer: at 12,000 feet).

The altitude did affect us, too: we had 'sealegs' and a touch of a headache. Two miles from the summit were whiteout conditions and, upon our descent, we had missed a dramatic thunderstorm below. You know what they say: if you don't like the weather, wait a bit and it'll change. We particularly enjoyed the young woman being photographed in a snowstorm wearing bright pink hot pants and flip flops. The COG Railway is definitely the way to go.

After a leisurely saunter around Old Town Colorado and Manitou Springs, Eileen was reminiscing about this great Fish and Chips place back home. Right then, we happened to spy a business called Neptune's Realm with colorfully painted windows. They were even open!

Eileen dashed inside, exclaiming to the purveyor in that lilting Scottish accent of hers, 'This is wonderful! If we had known you were here, we wouldn't have eaten lunch earlier!'

I trailed in behind, looking at a colorful aquarium and dim lighting and an obviously confused young man. Something didn't add up here. The purveyor gaped at her with a shocked expression and, as her words hung awkwardly in the air, it dawned on me that we were standing in a pet store that sold salt water exotic tropical fish.

Sushi, anyone?