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Mountain West No. 10: Colorado
The severe beauty of the intermontane deserts stretched seemingly without limit until we reached unlikely oases such as Green River, Utah, and, later, Grand Junction, Colorado. These small cities and similar towns along the way embody riverine cultures, everything clinging to thin silvery streams, while unforgiving cliffs loom like Judgment Day on either side.
That feeling of precariousness was just as pronounced in the ski resort towns of Vail, Frisco and Breckenridge farther east, if the forested slopes above presented more amiable prison walls. I gasped for oxygen crossing the high plateaus of Colorado — towns two miles up! — but began to sense home as we closed into Colorado Springs, which I’ve now visited seven times during my friend Rob Kendrick’s tenure at Colorado College.Familiarity also loosened up a our little travel troop, and while Edith finally escaped to see “Dark Knight” — I’d already caught the movie during Austin previews — the rest of us watched “Latter Days” again on DVD. Sure, it’s flawed, but I wept like a sentimental fool during this sweet gay romantic comedy. Made me all the more homesick for Kip after two weeks out west.
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By Marloes Lemsom
August 29, 2008 7:00 PM | Link to this
'Embody riverine cultures, clinging to thin silvery streams, while unforgiving cliffs loom like Jugdement Day on either side.'
The way you describe this landscape intrigues me. It really makes me feel like I have seen the landscape, other than on the picture. And indeed, this beauty is severe.