I live in Denver's Uptown neighborhood. It's just a few blocks northeast of the city's Downtown and well within walking distance of lovely green spaces like City Park, Cheesman Park, Civic Center Park, and Confluence Park. These photos are from some of my wanderings. I especially like the clouds here.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Drive to Denver
I left Texas on July 29. Two days later, I arrived in Denver. This post is just to document the drive. You'll see in posts to come that Colorado is a magical, colorful, mountain-filled state. In a strangely comforting way, I feel as if I belong here. At least for now.
I crammed all that I didn't throw out of my tiny Texas apartment into my trusty Camry and hit the road early on a Monday morning. I got as far as Amarillo the day I left. I got up early the next morning to visit two of the city's landmarks: Cadillac Ranch, a self-explanatory modern art installation, and the Helium monument. Amarillo, after all, is the Helium capital of the world. The monument doubles as a time capsule and sundial.
A little further up the highway after crossing into New Mexico, I stopped once again at Capulin Volcano National Monument. I'd stopped at the beginning of my summer road trip a year ago. I hiked a lap around the rim of the shapely cinder cone, taking in the majestic views of distant landscapes and lava fields, then continued on my way.
A few hours (and a few thunderstorms) later, I had arrived in Denver. My new home.
I crammed all that I didn't throw out of my tiny Texas apartment into my trusty Camry and hit the road early on a Monday morning. I got as far as Amarillo the day I left. I got up early the next morning to visit two of the city's landmarks: Cadillac Ranch, a self-explanatory modern art installation, and the Helium monument. Amarillo, after all, is the Helium capital of the world. The monument doubles as a time capsule and sundial.
A little further up the highway after crossing into New Mexico, I stopped once again at Capulin Volcano National Monument. I'd stopped at the beginning of my summer road trip a year ago. I hiked a lap around the rim of the shapely cinder cone, taking in the majestic views of distant landscapes and lava fields, then continued on my way.
A few hours (and a few thunderstorms) later, I had arrived in Denver. My new home.
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