Garden of Gods

Todd emerged from Garden of the Gods with a renewed sense of awe and a mild sunburn shaped like a camel—fitting, considering one of the rocks looked suspiciously like one. As he wandered between colossal red rock formations that clearly had a better skincare routine than most humans, he half expected a T-Rex to saunter by and compliment his hat. It’s not every day you find yourself dodging chipmunks with a superiority complex while pondering if that oddly balanced boulder is just nature flexing on gravity. 10/10 would hike again, even if his calves staged a protest.