a little less than 48 hours spent in the most magical of places...
this is Colorado. my eyes were more than eager to drink in as much as I could possibly hold, my mind overflowing with beautiful thing after beautiful thing. look at the towering rocks. smell the thin mountain air. listen to the thunder roll off these giants. taste the coffee. feel the heat of the sun. and hold the hand of the boy I'd been dying to see.
simply the best. I've seen a fair amount of the world - lots of south america, the far east, and a few places in between. but I'd never been to the midwest of my own country. the space in my heart occupied by the andes mountains (a very large space indeed) must now make room for the rockies.
we went from denver, to fort collins, to colorado springs, and back to denver in one short weekend. many of those hours were spent driving up, up into the mountains to where there was still snow on the ground, but I was comfortable in shorts and thunder echoed through the passes. the weather was unreal.
favorites - seeing the colors of the tundra, passing an elk, then a mountain goat, dangling my feet over a vast expanse of beauty and turning the music up so loud while sticking my head out the window. also noteworthy - the best latte I've maybe every had, made with honey and cinnamon.