I don’t have too much to say here, but I wanted to mention that the air quality in Boulder is surprisingly bad, or I’m really spoiled.  It smells like London sometimes.  While that’s nice and nostalgic, that’s not what I expect from such a small bike-and-pedestrian friendly city renowned for its hippy attitudes.  Of course, that’s not even getting to the nauseating (to me, anyway) smell of pot that sometimes wafts down Pearl Street.

Give me a pristine mountaintop or something.  Geez.