My friend, Logan, and I went to Estes Park to record a unique podcast episode—hanging 90± feet off the ground on a portaledge (where we spent the night). We had no plans for the rest of the weekend. So, we followed whims and whimsies and got more out of northern Colorado than I could’ve hoped.
We didn’t blow out any candles or eat any cake. Nobody sang the happy birthday song—let alone had to volunteer to start everybody singing it. Greg didn’t opened any gifts; and there wasn’t a stack of cards. I don’t think I saw any table cloths. Yet, as we walked back to the equipment sheds, Greg told me, “This may have been my best birthday ever.”