Moving to nowhere

So I knew when I took this new job that I would (eventually) be moving to a much smaller and less cosmopolitan city than I have been living in for the past few years. But I didn't realize just how small Fort Collins is.

Today, I had the opportunity to see a sheep being sheared, to ride on a stack of hay pulled by a tractor, and to learn about meat safety.

Then, on my way back home, a tumbleweed flew across Interstate 25.

Realization: Colorado is still the old west.