Saturday morning, Sophie gave me the keys to their Ford Focus and wished me good travels. As I merged onto Highway 25 southbound out of Denver I was struck by the fact that not only was I heading towards a destination from way in my past, but I was driving a car very similar to my old '01 Focus. The weather was tremendous and I drove with the windows down and the tunes up. Seeing the mountains on the horizon grow closer made me smile, and by the time I arrived at the Visitor's Center at the Garden I was full of the same excitement I had when seeing Angkor Wat or the Colosseum.
The red rocks were jutting out of the earth, impossibly huge. As I approached the central area, I couldn't help but gawk at their beauty. Many climbers were up and about (including one guy dressed as Batman!) scaling the rock faces and perching atop some of the monuments. I took one of the lesser paths and found myself in a secluded nook, higher than most of the central garden. Looking down, I could not only see the bulk of the other tourists nearby, but I could look out over the Colorado landscape and the area near Pike's Peak. It was easy to put myself in the mindset of settlers and seeing that this was a good land. The warm sun and cool breeze kept me company as I sat there and listened to the sound of the earth turning.
Satisfied, I drove back to Denver. Last night was a night of good conversation and old Tales from the Crypt DVDs. Sophie is an amazing cook and has a lot of passion around hosting. Today, Kurt returns from Pennsylvania and I think we're going to head out someplace beautiful and have a picnic. I love this area!