Estes Park, CO
Before coming to Estes Park for my internship, I did not know what to expect. I had never lived in a small mountain town where the tourist seem to outnumber the residents and was anxious to see what it would be like. I remember the first day I arrived in Estes Park and thinking to myself, “What did I get myself into?” As I drove through the one main street of town, packed on both sides with hoards of people and smelling of ice cream cones and taffy, I wondered what this summer would bring me. Now that I am over halfway through the internship, I finally spent some time on that same main street, acting as a sort of tourist myself. I first went to an ice cream shop that did not disappoint, then I went to a rock shop that satisfied the geologist in me. Lastly, I went into a souvenir shop where I bought a ukulele which I have been practicing on every day since. Although Estes Park only has a couple of main streets, those roads are full of interesting shops filled with interesting items that I would never have experienced unless I stepped out of my comfort zone and into a town that is seemingly sleepy, but has much to offer.