Glenwood Springs, Colorado

Can you find the rest area in this picture? It’s almost at the top of a mountain between Denver and Glenwood Springs. Behind where I was standing to take this picture was a median piled with eight or so feet of snow; between that, the glare of the sunlight, and the building’s natural camouflage, I couldn’t find it until I’d driven twice in circles around the parking lot.

I stopped in Denver to visit my cousin Liz and family, including their new baby. It was a balmy eleven Celsius there, so while I was off of the freeway, I drove around with both windows and my sunroof open.

2 Responses to “Glenwood Springs, Colorado”

  1. Joel Says:

    You make me jealous, of the sunroof, and the snow and the mountains.

    Are you listening to books as you drive? I am listening to “American Gods” Neil Gaiman and narrated by George Guidall. It is a bit strange. I like Guidall as a reader.

  2. Kris Browne Says:

    I remember much of the trip being surreal as we crossed from Winter into the southern climates… Going through the mountains must be even more so.