Red Rocks was never part of the plan. I had heard of the amphitheater and knew it wasn’t too far away, so that morning I looked to see if anything was playing. To my surprise, Sting was performing that night. A few clicks later, we had tickets.
The day itself started with Danny back under the hood of the Tahoe after it ran hot climbing Flagstaff Road the night before. A quick trip to the auto parts store turned into a new temperature sensor, a new thermostat, and fresh coolant. By early afternoon, everything was back together, and we made the roughly hour drive for dinner in the town of Golden before heading to the show.
Golden turned out to be such a quaint little town. Murals brightened the streets, bronze statues dotted the sidewalks, and the Coors factory sat just beyond town, a reminder of its roots. We grabbed Cajun food on a patio at Trailhead Taphouse & Kitchen and soaked up the pre-concert energy.
Then it was time for Red Rocks. Red Rocks Park and Amphitheatre really is something special. Massive red sandstone walls rise on either side of the stage, open air above, and acoustics that somehow carry perfectly through the canyon. Just outside Denver, it brings a different level to a concert.
We saw Sting that night, who told the crowd this is the most beautiful amphitheater in North America. Considering he’s been performing for decades and has probably played just about all of them, I’ll take his word for it. This was also his 15th time performing at Red Rocks.
It was a great show, with classics like “Roxanne” and “Every Breath You Take” that brought the whole place to its feet. Amazing venue, legendary artist, unforgettable night.