Denver’s traffic sucked.
Driving in from Denver International Airport wasn’t bad at first, but then we got into the city. That’s when we began to experience everything I hated about driving in Chicago. By that I mean having to pay attention to more cars and lanes than I wanted to.
Two lanes would merge into three, and I’d have to watch from all directions as cars around moved across the highway in different directions.
If I hadn’t been driving I might have been able to pay attention to the bright blue sky, and how different the landscape was. Left to itself, Michigan is covered with large trees.
Colorado tends to be covered with grasses, and small trees, many of which are evergreens. Not only can you see the sky, but you can see for a long way on the ground. Plus, any time you get a little height while you’re in Denver—by going down a long hill, for example—the Rocky Mountains loom in the distance.
It probably says something about me that my strongest association with mountains is Mordor. Continue reading Not Exactly Hogwarts: Part 1