I woke up before the sun, and packed up and left for town, conveniently skipping out on paying. I felt bad, but I was only there for a few hours, didn't use any of the facilities, and had a terrible night anyway. Rode the Road of Death again on the way out, and it was much nicer in the early light than in the gloom of night.
Did my laundry in downtown Burlington, which is not a thriving metropolis. Started talking to someone who was passing through on their way to Cheyenne Wells, and I mentioned the lightning and storm that never quite got here. He said that the storm was in Nebraska, some 150+ miles away! I have no frame of reference for sightlines that immense. I can barely see a storm coming from a town away around here, forget from the next state.
Took I-70 (again) into Denver, not the highlight of the trip. Eastern Colorado is pretty barren. I had hoped for tantalizing glimpses of the Rockies in the distance, but I couldn't see them until I was almost on top of them. Checked into my crappy Motel 6 (didn't want to try and camp near downtown Denver), and grabbed the shower I missed at Bonnie Lake. Ah, much better.
Rode squiddly (shorts, t-shirt, helmet) the 2 miles to Elitch's Gardens, and rode the coasters, Mr. Twister and the Wildcat. Very crowded park, not very clean, not much appeal. Left there and rode the 2 miles to Lakeside Park (Denver is very lucky to have 2 amusement parks so close to each other). Lakeside is an absolute gem, the most beautiful traditional AP I've been to. Their coaster, the Cyclone, is a treasure. The park was practically empty - Denver locals give it a bum rap, and prefer Elitch's - they don't know what they're missing.
Slept like a log that night.