I don't want to take the Super 8 as in any way representative of Steamboat Springs as a whole. For instance, I'm sure that if I had paid a little more, I could have found a place where the cleaning lady spoke English, and it wasn't a 5-minute conversation to find the ice machine. Try as I might (< Star Trek computer voice >working...working< /star trek computer voice >), it's been a while since high school, and the word for, "ice" just wasn't there any more.
A few hundred yard down the road, there's this - thing - called the "Gates of Asopus," of which for some reason, the City of Steamboat Springs seems proud of having acquired. All the more peculiar because it seems to be related to the "Path of Betrayal" followed by the Persians at Thermopyle. All the more peculiar because the artist seems to take the Liebeskindian approach to his art: much of his sculpture looks like a lot of the rest of his sculpture.
Ah well, today's another day, and another drive.