Large roads laid out endlessly in front of me. This is Denver, Colorado. When I drove down Colfax, suddenly I saw the foothills of the Rockies up ahead. The awesome beauty of the sight sucked my breath right out of me. I thought I was seeing the Rockies (what do I know, right?)...I found out what I was looking at was just the foothills...just the foothills, what would I do if I saw the actual Rockies? How would my heart stand the beauty and majesty?
Wide open spaces seem to be the norm here in Colorado. I could hear John Denver in my head as I was driving around- his "Rocky Mountain High" and other tunes started forming in the recesses of my brain.
I had never really cared for Denver- only been here 3 times now- one time I was being rushed off a plane and to an emergency room, but that is a story for another day. Today, I saw the beauty of Denver and Colorado. Although I would not want to live here, I can appreciate the splendour of this place. I guess I got a little 'high' on the Rocky Mountains today- or at least the foothills. :)