Of course, there were moments when the drive literally stole my breath. Driving through the mountains north of Santa Fe, I found myself constantly holding my breath. I wasn't driving overly fast, my car was not out of control, and the weather was extremely cooperative; and yet, even as I was consumed by the visual feast on all sides of my car, I experienced an irrational fear that my car would suddenly careen over the edge of the mountain and fall into oblivion below. Thankfully, I didn't hyperventilate whilst driving, and the actual driving in the mountains ended shortly.
(Alistaire would like to point out that llama trekking would have saved me from a whole host of irrational worries.)
The remainder of the drive was still quite gorgeous. Rolling hills and mountains rose on all sides, and as I rolled into Denver, I could see the mountain ranges growing bigger and bigger and becoming more distinct with every spin of my wheels. Finally, I was in Denver.
Denver! I was finally in a city I had dreamed of visiting for years. I will confess that this dream started about 3-4 years ago. My Amazonian friend from Chicago and I had long-discussed the merits of Denver--it's a good hub of arts and culture, yet has access to the outdoor activities we like. Plus, Denver has consistently landed itself on the list of "best cities for singles" for the past several years. Sometimes, it's nice to know that you can go somewhere and not feel like a pariah because you're not part of a duo.
Denver didn't disappoint. I only wish that I could have spent more time there, and another trip to Denver is DEFINITELY on my list of "musts" for the next few years. I had less than 24 hours, and there were too many neighborhoods to explore, too many places to go, and too much to take in to do it all in such a short amount of time.
Denver, I barely knew ye, but I know that I'll see you again before too long. :)
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