My first few hours in Colorado were pretty miserable. Even though my wife and I arrived in mid-May, it was freezing. The skies were a dull, impenetrable gray. A chilly mix of snow and rain fell with increasing steadiness. We drove through a depressing landscape of gas stations, car dealerships and fast food joints to our final destination – an anonymous Days Inn on the outskirts of Boulder. We both wondered if our decision to move out to the state sight-unseen was a huge mistake.