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OK, so I’m certainly not complaining about the 70+ degree days we’ve been having (and, according to the weatherman/woman, will continue to have) here in Boulder.
It’s just that my coworker and I picked a lousy time to have our “Fuzzy Outfit Contest,” wherein we see for how many consecutive days we can wear a different fuzzy, fleecy, cozy piece of clothing.
Alas, the bike ride to work is getting toasty!
So I love Boulder as much as the next granola-eating, environment-saving, fleece-wearing, outdoor-loving individual, but even I can admit that the place has a flaw.
Each time the wind blows hard and cold from the northeast, it leaves a potent harbinger in its wake: the noxious stench of cow poop.
The thing is, this isn’t really Boulder’s problem … it’s Greeley’s.
Their industry de bovine wafts southward and offends our innocent nostrils. How is that fair?