#Cherry Creek North

[gracious-freedom]

Family Room Open in Denver Inspiration for a large timeless open concept dark wood floor family room remodel with beige walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and no tv

[ingoodtastedenver]

Skating with a View at Halcyon On Ice

Growing up in Denver, we enjoyed many winters ice skating outside. There’s a new place to do it now and it provides an amazing view. Discover Cherry Creek North’s Halcyon On Ice. Is it the old Currier and Ives prints? Or the spectacle of Rockefeller Plaza in winter? There is just something about a skating scene that screams HOLIDAYS! This year, look UP for a unique new experience – the rooftop…

[magnusficent]

Open - Traditional Family Room

Inspiration for a large, traditional, open-concept family room renovation with a dark wood floor, beige walls, a regular fireplace, a stone fireplace, and no television

[quintus-maximus]

Living Room Denver Example of a huge classic open concept dark wood floor living room design with beige walls, a standard fireplace, a stone fireplace and no tv

[demenciathemes]

Living Room Open Denver A large, traditional open-concept living room with a dark wood floor, beige walls, a stone fireplace, and no television is an example.

[gettingfrilly]

Where is Peach Creek?

People have been theory crafting this for decades and the canon answer is somewhere in America and that's about it. BUT if you have my flavor of autism and require accuracy and details then here's my own personal headcanon.

Here's all the canon information we have:

According to the series bible, Peach Creek is an American suburb.

Peach Creek experiences all four seasons. We've seen a hot summer, fall foliage, and a snowy winter, so it can be assumed there's a spring time as well. This combined with the broad leaf forest between the cul de sac and the trailer park places Peach Creek in a temperate deciduous forest biome.

Peach Creek has a peach orchard that was there since settlers first arrived in the area. The peaches native to North America grew solely in the southwest.

Peach Creek was founded over 300 years ago by pilgrims. We don't have an exact canon time period for when Ed Edd n' Eddy takes place, but its safe to say it's somewhere towards the end of the 20th century, which would mean Peach Creek was founded some time in the 17th century (the 1600s.) This would place Peach Creek east of the Mississippi, as the west was being colonized by Spain at this point.

In BPS, we learn that Peach Creak is a day's walk away from what APPEARS to be the ocean (more on that later.)

Between Peach Creek and the possible Ocean exists rural farmland, a desert, and a swamp. There is also a snowy capped mountain range visible from Peach Creek Junior High.

This is all a lot of conflicting information! There's no place in America that checks all these boxes. I commonly see people place the Eds somewhere on the north or central Atlantic Coast, because of the possible ocean seen in BPS and the fact that Peach Creek was founded by pilgrims in the 1600s. This checks the most important boxes for me, too, and I would agree, however...

Pop. The kids call carbonated beverages pop. NO ONE on the north or central east coast calls it pop. We call it soda. This is a minor detail for sure and considering all the conflicting information about Peach Creek's location, one that can very much be ignored. But as someone who grew up in New England, I can't ignore it (refer to beginning of post, my flavor of autism.)

"But HOW could they be so close to what looks like the ocean, live in a town founded by pilgrims, and NOT live on the east coast?" I hear you ask. Well, here's my answer: The body of water in BPS isn't the ocean. It's one of the great lakes.

Picture id: Hamburg Beach, Hamburg New York, on the shore of lake Erie.

Sure, Mondo A-Go Go is very ocean themed (the whale trailer, the shark head, the wild prawn) but it could be just that; a theme.

Another reason I like this theory is that THIS GUY:

Picture id: Danny Antonucci, creator of Ed Edd n' Eddy

Also grew up in The Great Lakes region.

And to cinch the deal:

Picture id: Color coded map displaying which U.S.A. regions predominately say pop, soda, or coke.

They say pop!

The further east the Eds are, the more their location makes sense, so I place them in western New York, near lake Erie. It's a rural area with a large city sky line nearby (Buffalo, NY) and there are also Appalachian ski resorts, which would explain the mountain range. There's some swamp land as well, which ticks off all the landmarks seen in the show other than the desert and native peach orchard (though peaches can certainly be cultivated in this biome!)

Also, when looking into travel times in the area, I came across this:

Pictue id: Google map screen shot with a town called Cherry Creek in the center.

Picture id: Incredibles meme. Top text: Coincidence? Bottom text: I think not!

SO that's my theory. The Eds grew up in rural western New York, close enough to the shore of Lake Erie that they could get there in a day's walk. Thanks for coming to my TED talk, etc. etc.

[jpat82]

Dearly Departed

Quickly I ducked under the edge of the storm drain, water trickled between my feet as I pressed myself as tight as I could against the side. The stench was the first thing I noticed, it was always there ever present, the smell of rotting flesh. You would think year after year of it somehow the senses would be deadened by it. Unfortunately no, whenever wind moved just right the all consuming smell rot would penetrate even the best of masks.

   My breath echoed down the culvert while my eyes tracked the bit of wilderness in front me. The soft groans coming from the once used road above mixed with the shuffling of feet. I reminded myself one or two, that was manageable. However once we started to the point I need both hands to count I was out.

  Gently pulling the hunting from its sheath at my hip, I breathed out slowly trying to keep my fears at bay. I reminded myself if I stayed quiet and kept hidden the odds were they would pass by none the wiser of little old me hiding underneath them. I was now living the highest stakes game of hide and seek... And it sucked.

   Was it a virus? A disease, a parasite? Hell maybe it was something the was bioengineered. Nobody knew. Just one day corpses rose from their resting point and decided the rest of us became a tasty snack. The world was already a shit storm anyway, this was just the nice little cherry on top of the cake. One day I was worried about making my electrical payment the next I was running from the dearly departed to keep from being eaten.

    Note to self, next apocalypse wear better shoes and a sports bra.

   There were days that I just wanted to give up, I wasn't going to fool myself. The idea of running from one place to the next, hoping to find food and water but just enough to keep me going not to much because you had to be light on your feet in case the dearly departed appeared out of no where. Just to get from one day to the next was enough to drive anyone to the point of insanity. On the other hand, laying down and giving up just to be feasted on and in turn become one of them wasn't appealing either. Who knew the end of world would actually make life interesting.

    I could hear the small herd slowly moving away, the moans and groan fading along with god forsaken shuffle shuffle of dead feet. Cautiously I took a step forward, a slight sloshing sound came from my soaked canvas shoes as I peered over the edge. Bits of tattered clothes, dirt and skin littered the asphalt like a gross version of a ticker-tack parade, but the ambling corpses seemed have kept going north which meant I wasn't.

   I stepped out of the shin deep creek, toes cold from being submerged in the water for as long as they had. I slipped my knife back into it's sheath when something cold wrapped around my ankle that was still under water. It pulled hard, pulling me from the slight embankment, muddy water cascaded up around me as a slimey figure lunged up out of the water.

   I braced my forearm against its throat, skin from its neck squished up exposing rotting neck muscles. Blackened teeth snapped at my face as I attempted to pull my knife back out, water sloshing up my own body in the process. The only hand it had reached up trying to pulled my arm down as I finally pulled my knife free of its encasement. Quickly I shoved the steel into the dead's temple hoping that in the process we didn't make enough noise to gather any other of their attention.

   The stinking corpse slid easily off my own body with a quick shove and climbed out of the stream as quickly as I could. I was soaked, cold and now annoyed I would spend the remaining of the day smelling like rotting flesh and fish. I stepped out on the road, my shoes squishing as I did and sighed heavily.

   "Stupid rotting pieces.." I trailed off as I rung out the bottom of my shirt. "Can I just catch a break, just a small one."

   I hung my head, taking a deep breath, one I was still lucky enough take. A bit of stream slime slipped down my elbow plopping on the black top next to my feet. It's not a bad day, just one craptastic moment,  I reminded myself heading in the opposite direction that the herd of dearly departed had went. After all it was maybe just shy of noon and I had the whole day ahead of me. Granted I still had to deal with not being eaten but in turn find food for myself and maybe, just maybe get lucky enough to find a safe place to hunker down for the night. Preferably dry.

   "So first thing on the agenda," I told myself. "Find some dry shoes, cleaner clothes then the one I am currently in."

   Having been on my own now, for god knows how long, I had taken up talking out loud. It was cathartic, it's not something one thinks about, how the lack of human to human conversation can effect ones mood. Being able to have that one on one connection, to share ideas, to express yourself, hell even to shoot the breeze and bull shit with your neighbor, humans needed it. We are a social creature, needing companionship like most other animals, we thrive on it. Though to be fair before the world was introduced to the new apex predator, the ones that never tired and would eat your face off fast than Florida man, I thought I could go the rest of my life never talking to another human. Now however, I would gladly even have the dullest conversation with a half brained inbred.

    The last time I was around another person, it only lasted a couple of months. She wasn't the brightist shade of grey, but at least it was better than talking to myself. She was already half mad went I met her, rattling on about how the dead spoke to her, calling her 'home' at least that was till she decided to have a one on one with a newly dearly departed.

   I hooked a left when I saw a dirt road leading off the asphalt street, deep ruts told me it had been used heavily and the lack of Mother Nature taking back over the path said it was used rather frequently. Both exciting and horrify at the same time. Before I met the her who thought the dead wanted to tell all their undead secrets I had a run across a group of rather unsavory individuals, the type you wouldn't want to come across at any type of day. Think the widest biker gang you can think of, double it and sprinkle in some hard core serial killers, that was them.

   Ducking into the brush that the forest provided, I kept the dirt road in my sight. The knife was already unsheathed and in hand, keeping my knees bent to avoid making anymore sound then I needed to I pressed forward. Somewhere in the distance a raven chortled and something scurried in the underbrush. Something moved on the other side of the road, shimmering from one tree to the next causing the hair on the nap of my wet neck to stand. I paused mid-step, taking in a deep breath to still my nerves.

   I took another step watching the trees across from me, sun filtered down through canopy casting an array of shadows. Another step forward and suddenly my world went upside down, leaves and branches flew around me. Pain seared its way through my ankle as I was pulled upward with enough force to not only knock the knife from my hand but also knock my brain against my skull.

   For a moment, just for moment, I was confused and disoriented. Once my brain stopped thudding against the inside of my head I realized the world around me was upside down and I was hanging by my left foot about four feet from the ground. Something came from around the trees on the other side of the dirt road but I didn't get a good look as I was not only upside down but spinning very slowly.

   "Seriously, you better not be one of the D.D.'s, otherwise I'm going to be really pissed." I half yelled trying to do a sit up in the air, finding it more difficult then it should of been.

   "Why you comin down this way?" A male voice almost bellowed back, heavy foot steps made their way to my direction.

   "On my way to the mall!" I yelled back, astonished to actually hear a voice and not the moans of the dead. I tried to whip myself around to see who was yelling at me but my own hair kept covering my own face and obscuring the view.

   "Smart ass comment like that ain't goin to get ya down." He snapped back as a hand grasped a hold of my wrist.

   "Well, to be fair that's a dumbass question, the hell do you I'm going?" I snapped back as a face came into view.

    Piercing blue eyes met mine, a small scar sat above his right eyebrow. Scruff surrounded a set of full lips and his shoulder length dirty blonde hair hung to his shoulder. His skin was tanned by what was no doubt years of being outside, in that moment I wondered how many of us still living would die of skin cancer rather than old age.

   "Think your funny, don't 'cha." He stated, before walking over to a nearby tree.

   "Don't know, haven't been around to many of the living these days, and considering the dead don't talk or laugh for that matter." I responded, watching him intently.

   "Mmm." He responded more as grunt rather then an actual response. With a flick of his wrist I came crashing back to the ground, extra rope pelting me on the face for good measure.

   "Thanks.. I think." Standing up and brushing myself off quickly, bits of forest floor sticking to me since my clothes were still wet from earlier. I spied my knife and swiped it up from the ground.

   "Why you head this way?" He asked me, this time without the yelling. His jeans were filthy and had holes throughout them, same as his grey colored shirt. Actually the ones thing not covered in holes was probably his leather jacket.

   "Well.." I took a deep breath. " I was on the hunt for food and dry clothes, saw the dirt road.. was hoping to find an old abandon house that maybe I could hole up in for the night."

   "You don't have any food?" He asked, staying the distance he was, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other a bit. I could tell he was sizing me up, just as I was doing the same.

   The man was dirty, he had definitely been out on his own a while. There was a large knife of some sort on his left hip, and a smaller one on the right. He didn't seem threatening, but looks were always deceiving anymore. As of now, I treated everyone as a threat until I learned otherwise.

   "What weapons you got?" He asked abruptly. I pulled the knife back from its rest point flipped it in my hand so the handle was facing towards him.

   "Just this." I said as I took a step forwards, his own hand instinctively went to his hip.

   "Just that one?" He asked, his eyes flicking down and then back up to me.

   "I travel light, makes it easier to run from the dearly departed." I responded solemnly, he chewed on his bottom lip and nodded.

   "Come on." He almost barked walking through the trees in the direction I had been walking before I went feet over head.

   "You going to kill and eat me?" I asked him, pausing for a moment. He paused for a moment and look over his shoulder.

   "What?"

    "Nothing, what's your name?" I asked him, putting the knife back in it's spot.

   "Derrick, yours?"

   "Amelia."

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[devoutjunk]

Novel Syllabus 2024

This coming year I think I'm going to be on here more often than I am on twitter or elsewhere, and as part of that, I'm going to start documenting the process of writing my novel more actively. I want to return to/resurrect the momentum and energy I had while writing the first draft and be more intentional about setting aside time to work, even when it's difficult. Below are my writing goals for the coming year as well as my reading list of texts for inspiration, genre/background research, comps, etc. Would welcome any suggestions of texts (any genre/discipline) pertaining to Antigone, death & resurrection, Welsh and Cornish myth and folklore, ecology & environmental crisis, and the Gothic.

Writing Goals

Reach 50k words in draft 2 overall

Finish a draft of Anna's timeline

Finish a draft of Jo's timeline

Polish & submit an excerpt for the Center for Fiction Prize

Reading

* = reread

Sci-Fi, Fantasy, & The Apocalyptic

The Memory Theater (Karin Tidbeck)

Who Fears Death (Nnedi Okorafor)

Urth of The New Sun (Gene Wolfe)

Slow River (Nicola Griffith)

Dream Snake (Vonda McIntyre)

Black Leopard, Red Wolf (Marlon James)

Notes from the Burning Age (Claire North)

Invisible Cities (Italo Calvino)*

Frankenstein (Mary Shelley)*

The Last Man (Mary Shelley)

The Drowned World (J.G. Ballard)

Strange Beasts of China (Yan Ge, trans. by Jeremy Tiang)

City of Saints and Madmen (Jeff VanderMeer)

Freshwater (Akweke Emezi)

The Glass Hotel (Emily St. John Mandel)

Pattern Master (Octavia Butler)

Sleep Donation (Karen Russell)

How High We Go in the Dark (Sequoia Nagamatsu)

The Magician's Nephew (C.S. Lewis)*

The Golden Compass (Phillip Pullman)*

The Green Witch (Susan Cooper)

The Tombs of Atuan (Ursula K. Le Guin)

Black Sun (Rebecca Roanhorse)

Gideon the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir)

Lives of the Monster Dogs (Kirsten Bakis)

Brian Evenson

Sofia Samatar

Connie Willis

Samuel Delaney

Jo Walton

Tanith Lee

Retellings

A Wild Swan (Michael Cunningham)

Til We Have Faces (C.S. Lewis)

Gingerbread (Helen Oyeyemi)

Circe (Madeline Miller)

The Owl Service (Alan Garner)

Literary Myth-Making, Mystery, and the Gothic

Nights at the Circus (Angela Carter)

Frenchman's Creek (Daphne Du Maurier)

Possession (A.S. Byatt)*

The Game (A.S. Byatt)*

The Essex Serpent (Sarah Perry)

Wuthering Heights (Emily Brontë)

The Secret History (Donna Tartt)*

The Wild Hunt (Emma Seckel)

King Nyx (Kirsten Bakis)

The Name of the Rose (Umberto Eco)

The Lottery and Other Stories (Shirley Jackson)

Beloved (Toni Morrison)

The Night Land (William Hope Hodgson)

Interview with a Vampire (Anne Rice)*

Sexing the Cherry (Jeanette Winterson)*

Night Side of the River (Jeanette Winterson)

Bad Heroines (Emily Danforth)

All the Murmuring Bones (A.G. Slatter)

The Path of Thorns (A.G. Slatter)

Gormenghast (Mervyn Peake)

Prose Work, Perspective, and Stream of Consciousness

The Chandelier (Clarice Lispector)

The Waves (Virginia Woolf)*

The Years (Virginia Woolf)

The Intimate Historical Epic / Court Intrigues

Wolf Hall (Hilary Mantel)*

Menewood (Nicola Griffith)

Dark Earth (Rebecca Stott)

A Place of Greater Safety (Hilary Mantel)

Research

The Mabinogion (trans. Sioned Davies)

Le Morte D'Arthur (Thomas Malory)

The Collected Brothers Grimm (Phillip Pullman)

Angela Carter's Collected Fairytales

Mythology (Edith Hamilton)

Underland (Robert Macfarlane)

The Wild Places (Robert Macfarlane)

Wildwood (Roger Deakin)

Vanishing Cornwall (Daphne Du Maurier)

Lonely Planet: Guide to Devon & Cornwall

A Traveler's Guide to the End of the World (David Gessner)

The Lost Boys of Montauk (Amanda M. Fairbanks)

A Cyborg Manifesto (Donna J. Harraway)

A Treasury of British Folklore (Dee Dee Chainey)*

The First Last Man: Mary Shelley and the Postapocalyptic Imagination (Eileen M. Hunt)

Antigone's Claim (Judith Butler)

Theories of Desire: Antigone Again (Judith Butler)

Ecology of Fear (Mike Davis)

[maculategiraffe]

do you like North Carolina?

afaik it's the prettiest state in the us of a. mountains and ocean and trees trees trees. every fall is the most gloriously colored ever and every spring has the most petals and in the summer there's cherries and berries as thick as might be seen. and we usually get one good solid snow per winter which is plenty if you ask me.

most places aren't very walkable or bikable and there's no good public transit, and we're gerrymandered all to hell so our senators and representatives are the worst people on the planet, but our governor is a pretty good dude and the mayor is great. city council are ok I guess. they're always forming committees to look into things but they can't seem to get the damn footbridge over the creek repaired or pave over the old traintracks so I can ride my bike to the store.

quakers are so thick on the ground here that it wasn't until I went off to college that I realized lots of people don't know any quakers at all. there's a college here whose team name is "the fighting quakers" which is the best team name ever if you ask me. also the bishop of the episcopal church worldwide is from here so that's cool. unfortunately louis dejoy also lives here but I never see him out and about, either because all the protests have him nervous to go out or because I don't play golf.

I've never really lived anywhere else, except florida for a year. that sucked but not entirely because of florida. but I did miss home.

[dootznbootz]

Local druid is here to ask questions 🪴

What kind of tree do you most identify with?

What creature do you most identify with?

What’s your favourite flower?

What landscape makes you feel most at home. Why?

What do you consider to be the best outdoor sensory heaven? (eg fluffy moss, the smell of pine trees, warm sunlight, the sound of the ocean, etc.)

Thank you for the ask!!! :D

Probably Cherry or Birch! There's a lot of both growing around where I live so I have a soft spot for them. When a Birch needed to be cut down for whatever reason, I would take the bark as a kid and then use it as my "paper".

Honestly, Cat or Possom or bats :D Cat kind of for obvious reasons. But with Possoms I just have SUCH a soft spot for them because a lot of people see them as only pests which yeah, they can cause problems but they help with ticks!! and they're big scardy cats!! They have big eyes and silly faces!!! Same with Bats! They CAN be diseased but not all!!! and they're small and cute!!! (I have the Little Brown Bat where I live and while not considered the "cutest" like the flying foxes, I think they're so cute!! they sometimes come in the house (we're fixing that) adn so I have to use the barbie net (long hot pink net, haha) and then towel and just?? they're so little. they're breathing so hard, their eyes are big and then I open the door and kind of let them sit on the flat of the towel, high up so they can get a good lift and then they just...quietly head out. Idk I love practically all critters but I really have a soft spot for ones people deem "pests" or "gross"

Probably Irises, forget-me-nots, and roses! I love Irises as they're around my house the ones we have weirdly smell so sweet!!! I love blue so the blue/purple ones I like a lot! I love pink clover too because you can suck the honey out of them!

FOREST AND RIVERS!!! Preferably near water. Creek, stream, river. I love it! I don't have a river specifically at my house but I've spent a lot of time on them and playing in them. My mom is a wildlife artist and so many of her paintings are woods and rivers and fish! :D I love the toads and all the birds and wildlife, and it's just lovely. My grandparents used to own a fish hatchery up north so that was a lot of fun as well! Used to play with my cousins in the creeks and stuff too! I LOVE climbing trees and just fucking around in the dirt >:D

MOSS!!! I love squishing it so much!! and grass under your feet! I'm a country bumpkin so I'll usually go out barefoot when it's not too cold because I love the grass, moss, and dirt! I love the feeling of tree bark too. Birch is probably my favorite as it's weirdly flatter and I like that!!! I also love the sound when the wind picks up and all the leaves flutter. sounds like their whispering

[gravelish]

Duvall - Marckworth Loop

11 May 2023

I did this loop in the opposite direction a couple of years ago (April 2021: Duvall and Marckworth) and have wanted to come back ever since. It’s a 45-minute drive in traffic out through the suburbia of Bellevue and Redmond to the farmlands of the Snoqualmie Valley and the small town of Duvall. I parked at the Depot (also a great trailhead for the Snoqualmie Valley Trail, but that wasn’t part of today’s route).

I like this route because it’s out of the city, but not too far a drive. It’s a nice length (37 miles) with some climbing but nothing awful. The paved portions are pleasant, but the gravel is really the attraction.

My route followed Cherry Valley and Kelly Roads east from Duvall, before turning sharply left onto Swan Mill Road, which becomes Stossel Creek Road. Somewhere it turns to gravel, somewhere there’s a gate, and somewhere you begin to climb. Most of this lies within the Washington DNR’s Marckworth Forest. Because there’s a gate (and another at the north end), cars can’t do this loop, which is part of its attraction. While the basic route is usually pretty evident, the navigation gets confusing in spots, and it really helps to have looked at maps and loaded the route into the GPS. Eventually, the route pops back out on Polston Road/299th Ave SE which drops down to Ben Howard Road along the south bank of the Skykomish River,

Ben Howard Road returns you to WA 203 and the Snoqualmie Valley. I guess one could just return to Duvall on 203 (good shoulder, but lots of cars) but the secondary roads through the farmland are more pleasant. They lack the shoulders, but they also lack the traffic. The roughest stretch was the final 3/4 mile leg back across the valley into Duvall on the Woodinville-Duvall Road. There’s no room for a shoulder and there are plenty of cars, so it takes some patience (on your part and on theirs).

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Highway 50 (No. 7)

The Sevier Desert is a large arid section of central-west Utah, United States, and is located in the southeast of the Great Basin. It is bordered by deserts north, west, and south; its east border is along the mountain range and valley sequences at the perimeter of the Great Basin, with the large north–south Wasatch Range and its associated mountainous landforms. Its eastern border is specifically, the East Tintic, Gilson, and Canyon Mountains; also the massive Pahvant Range.

The Sevier Desert contains the course of the Sevier River in a circuitous manner. It flows to Sevier Lake in the extreme southwest Sevier Desert. The Sevier River enters the east desert flowing west, immediately turning southwest, then west, to enter the north of Sevier Lake, which is mostly south-southwest trending.

The southeast section of the desert contains the Black Rock Desert volcanic field, with the notable Pahvant Butte, a formation from the time of Lake Bonneville. The volcanic field region is west of an agricultural four-city region from McCornick to Fillmore.

The desert is about 105-mi (169 km) long north–south, and about 60-mi (97 km) wide. The desert covers a large section of the central-north Sevier River drainage (11,574 sq mi (29,980 km2)), and much of the east half of Millard County (6,828 sq mi (17,680 km2)). The Sevier Desert is named for the river, which is derived from "Río Severo" (wild river), a local name given by early Spanish explorers.

In the north and northwest, the desert is composed of small mountain ranges, a few valleys, flatlands, and borders the south-southeast of the Great Salt Lake Desert. The Dugway Range and Dugway Valley on the Great Salt Lake Desert's perimeter, borders the Thomas Range, southeast. The Thomas Range and Drum Mountains lie due west of the Little Sahara Recreation Site. A large dissected flatland lies between drained southwesterly by Cherry Creek Wash. The region contains intermittent reservoirs, Hogback, Crater Bench, and Desert Mountain Reservoir. Also various springs, or wells. It is also the site of Fumarole Butte, 5,278 feet (1,609 m), about 10 miles (16 km) east of the Drum Mountains.

Source: Wikipedia    

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And the two best burgers in Denver are…

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The Cherry Cricket’s meticulous, months-long taste test trial to perfect its Denver Burger Battle contender paid off once again this year. More than 1,500 Denver Burger Battle attendees helped crown the Cricket’s over-the-top Cry Baby burger as the People’s Choice award winner last week on the Auraria campus’s Tivoli Quad. The Cry Baby featured a half-pound burger topped with a toasty crostini blanketed with cave-aged gruyere, bone marrow caramelized onions, crispy cheese frico, and onion strings on a rosemary potato bun with a schmear of French onion dip and a French onion soup sidecar. This is the fifth Denver Burger Battle in a row that the beloved local burger institution has taken home a trophy. Every winning burger gets permanently added to its menu, including last year’s rich Cricket Royale short rib burger with bone marrow and 2022’s 983 Big Cheesy with mac and cheese, bacon jalapeño jam, crispy poblano, and Jalapeño Cheddar Cheetos. “We can’t overstate how appreciative we are for this honor,” Cricket’s general manager Heidi Ziepperecht said. “Thank you to every single person who tried our burger and thank you to everyone who voted for us. It means the world to us.” Spanish tapas restaurant Ultreia earned the Judge’s Choice award for its first-ever submission: the Jamonburguesa, a double cheeseburger, with Portuguese Thousand Island dressing, lettuce and pickles. Ultreia placed second in the People’s Choice award. Related Articles

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That’s no surprise, since Adam Branz, who took over as the sole owner of Ultreia last week, also serves up what The Denver Post considers to be one of the best burgers in town at Split Lip, an Eat Place, which operates inside Number Thirty Eight, a bar in the River North Art District. “We put our trust in this Ultreia classic – it’s been a fan favorite and on our menu for seven years – and we put our trust in the right place,” said Ultreia culinary director Gabe Wyman. “Our secret sauce is the Peri Peri we put into the Thousand Island Dressing.” The Denver Burger Battle kicked off in 2010, and this year’s competition hosted 20 participants, including newcomers like South Park Hill’s The W with its smoked pulled pork belly bacon burger and returning contestant Blue Moon Brewery with its take on a Pueblo slopper. The panel of eight judges included “Top Chef” alum Manny Barella, “Bachelorette” alum Blake Horstmann, “Love is Blind’s” Giannina Gibelli, James Beard Award semifinalist chef Kenneth Wan of MAKfam, and couple Noah and Sean – who got married at Denver Burger Battle in 2019. They ranked 20 burgers on a scale of 1 to 10; a 1 means that “the Hamburgler had the opportunity to steal this burger, he’d decline and go to the KFC across the street,” according to last year’s rules, while a 10 meant “I would sell my house, my spouse, and my children just to taste this delicious masterpiece again.” The Cherry Cricket begins its annual quest for victory months ahead of the annual beefy brawl, when chefs from each of its three locations submit two to three options as possible contenders. They consider texture, acidity, how toppings complement the beef and what ingredients are efficient for high-volume servings. The Cherry Creek location created The Cry Baby, and after multiple taste tests, the team of 15 chefs, general managers and corporate staff from the Cricket’s parent company, Breckenridge-Wynkoop, unanimously landed on the behemoth. “It’s the perfect marriage of a French Dip, French onion soup and a French onion dip,” Ziepperecht previously told The Denver Post. Subscribe to our new food newsletter, Stuffed, to get Denver food and drink news sent straight to your inbox.