Monday, January 10, 2011
We've just come back from a few days in Denver, Colorado. Peter had a conference and the dogs and I went along to keep him company. I was going to get all sorts of things done while I was there. I actually managed to get through 2 murder mysteries, dark psycho thriller works with deep meaning and great literary value. My taxes and plans for the year did not see their way out of their carefully packed files. There's always tomorrow for that. Those novels needed to be read.
Saturday we drove up to Central City, not so much for the destination but more for the drive. Central City is more or less completely filled with casinos which could be fun if you like that sort of thing. The drive is beautiful and a very short little day trip out of Denver. We used to take this same drive when I was a child when we'd come out to visit my Auntie and cousins.
We left on Sunday morning. It was snowing. I have no photos leaving Denver. I was busy helping Peter drive. You know, braking, holding my breath, praying we would drive out of the snow before hitting Colorado Springs or at least New Mexico.
I like the view from the window in New Mexico. I like that there are these low eroded mountains in the distance. I like topographic relief. I would have liked some on our drive up to Denver through the Texas panhandle and eastern Colorado. I have no photos of the drive up. One photo would have served to represent the entire 9 hour drive. Grass, nothing but brown grass, on some of the flattest land I have ever seen. And that is saying a lot given I live in West Texas and I thought this was flat. I was so excited when we would see the occasional herd of cows or gathering of antelopes. But I could have used a hill or just a little turn or twist in the road. It was very much like driving for hours but not really going anywhere. I think surreal with a bit of Texas Chain Saw Masacre imagery thrown in pretty much sums up where my mind was during this part of the trip.
Aw, but even in New Mexico the landscape flattens out, really flattens out. But then there is the occasional extinct volcano to provide a little variety.
Are we there yet, Mum? Just about darling. Just a few more miles.