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Iowa-to-Colorado Translation Guide

It's not difficult to find Iowans in Colorado. We're everywhere. Even more, I'm sure more Iowans are getting ready to move to Colorado right now. As an Iowan-turned-Coloradoan myself, I thought I should provide this translation guide.
Coloradoan says...
Iowan hears...
Denver
Des Moines
Boulder/University of Colorado
Iowa City/University of Iowa
Ames/Iowa State University
Fort Collins/Colorado State University
Durango
Decorah
Skiing
Wrestling
Olathe Sweet Corn
Any sweet corn you can buy at a street corner from a couple of kids in the back of a pickup
The Post
The Register
The Gazette
The Courier
"I spent a winter as a ski bum in Leadville."
"I spent a summer as a detasseler in Osage."
Denver Broncos Football
Aplington-Parkersburg Football (based on fan loyalty and news coverage)
Pueblo Chile Frijoles Fest
Ackley Sauerkraut Days
Mt. Elbert
Hawkeye Hill
Castle Rock
Story City
Park Meadows
Jordan Creek
Vail
Okoboji
Royal Gorge Bridge
Kate Shelley Bridge
John Elway
Dan Gable
Pueblo
Fort Dodge
Alfred Packer
Cardiff Giant
Colorado Springs
Cedar Rapids
Red Coats
Ski Patrol (not the British army)
Black Canyon of the Gunnison
Ledges
1040
850
Cherry Creek High School
Valley High School
mine tailings
confinement lagoons
Taos
The Dells
Moab
Branson
Blackhawk/Central City
Tama/Toledo
Canon City
Anamosa
I'm certainly open to comments, additions, and revisions!

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