What’s Wrong with Estes Park?

I rarely rant – I just don’t think it’s good energy, but I am wondering if I am crazy, or missing something.

What the heck is the matter with Estes Park?   I mean, every time I go there, I don’t come back in a better mood, or feeling like a better person.  In fact, I usually feel extremely irritated, and always promise myself not to spend any more time there.

I was there again last weekend, and almost wanted to jump off a cliff.   Don’t get me wrong, it is a beautiful city, and many of the locals are very nice people, which is amazing given the amount of crap they have to put up with.

The visitors are really, by and large (and large is an understatement), are a snarky, pushy, unhappy, and unhealthy bunch.   Just driving down main street, which can take over a half-hour on a weekend, I sat and observed that nobody really seems very happy, even though, as it seems, the main reason to visit Estes Park for many people is for fudge, ice cream, t-shirts, and to smoke and have their noses stuck against their smartphones.     Nobody pays attention to traffic signals, and the “me-itis” is over the top.

This is so strange to me.   Such a beautiful, natural environment, and it becomes such a melting pot for the worst characteristics in humans.   I really have no explanation for it.

The people who live there deserve a medal for keeping their good humor about it. I certainly don’t have the patience for it any more.  Most of the people I know, and who visit there agree with this observation.

The next time I need to go there, I will make sure it is brief, and during the off-season.

So there is my once-in-a-blue-moon rant.