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Click for travel article on Boulder, written by me as Kiki Clark. If you can’t stand to click one more time, here’s something else to read. But there’s nothing about hooves in this one. Suit yourself.

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Boulder, Colorado, has its quirks. Young women with fairy wings often roam the pedestrian mall (Is it still pedestrian, then?), and one of our more colorful street characters wears a pirate hat and has a Jolly Roger flying from the back of his Rascal scooter. The fact that I can’t remember if he has an eye patch tells you how many odd things clamor for my attention. No art-gallery opening is complete without the man with the tattooed bald spot and satin lounge suit, and you can buy a bonsai tree off a cart in front of our Art Deco courthouse.

So when I put elves in my book about Boulder, it felt almost like cheating. Ask a random sampling of Boulderites if they believe in garden devas, magic charms and the calming powers of amethyst, and one of them is likely to hand you a business card for past-life regression.

The New Age is old hat in Boulder, but every year a fresh crop of college students discovers the thrill of buying goddess toe rings and hanging dream catchers in their dorm-room windows. Some of them originally came for the skiing or the rock climbing or the off-road unicycling, but if they stay, well… It’s because they’re a little odd, and Boulder feels like home.