I never really understood the appeal of wide expanses of flat open space until I made this trip through Colorado and New Mexico. The dearth of trees as soon as we left the Denver airport surprised me. By the time I got back to Broomfield, I too felt the love artists have for the “big sky.”
After driving through the wide valley that grew more and more arid, we turned west to ascend the continental divide at Wolf Creek Pass.
Cliff Chipmunk thought that he might get a snack from me, but scurried back into hiding when a hawk came swooping down for her snack.
slowly she turned 