This is the first in a series of posts chronicling my visit to Denver, Colorado this past July. My brother and his then-fiancé (now wife!) live in the mile high city. Until this visit, the farthest west in the USA I had ever been was Pennsylvania. Quite a jump, eh?
As you could probably tell from my dream-cations, I love anything midwestern and mountainous... so naturally, we took a trip out to Rocky Mountain National Park. Unfortunately, it rained.
The clouds and rain should have ruined the trip. It didn't.
RMNP doesn't have one particular attraction to view. My brother and I made a day of it, and simply drove around the park area for the majority of the afternoon, using towns on a map as guidelines for not getting lost. We drove through run-down towns, breakneck turns, foggy campsites, and beautiful views. We pulled the car over for a little picnic (sandwiches, sparkling lemonade, and sweet potato chips!) and just took in the view.
He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see
And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun
And he lost a friend but kept his memory
Now he walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams
Seeking grace in every step he takes
His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand
The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake
And the Colorado rocky mountain high
I've seen it rainin' fire in the sky
You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply
Rocky mountain high
(John Denver)
