Saturday, December 15, 2012

Palmer Park Cravings

Palmer Park is not Moab, or Whistler and unless you have lived in Colorado Springs, you have probably never heard of it.  Now that I no longer have it at my finger tips, I miss and crave it.

Palmer Park is best described as being like a sampler at your favorite brewery or restaurant.  It has a little bit of the best of everything.  Want a taste of tech? Ride Templeton.  Feeling like finding a little flow? Ride the Palmer Trail and Yucca with some locals who know.  Like to climb? You can nickel and dime enough hills there to bury your legs and ease your mind. Want to get creative? Link "Panty Drop" to "Dead Coon", hit 'Trigonometry" and finish off with a little "When Pigs Fly".

Now that I have moved on, the "Sampler Platter" analogy has taken on new meaning.  Nobody every orders the sampler at their favorite restaurant unless they are introducing someone new to the place, or they have moved away and come back to visit.  This is because locals can have one favorite today and another tomorrow.  They have time to work their way through the menu.  I used to be a local, working my way through Palmer's tasty offerings.  Now, I am dying to order the sampler.  Mmmm...Palmer Park Sampler Platter.