Colorado

See, I was born in Denver, Colorado. And I was raised in the vicinties of Boulder, Golden, and Fort Collins, with detours in Durango, Idaho Springs, Gunison, Georgetown, Red Feather Lakes, and all points in between and yet within the bounds of the red soil of Colorado. And it is red, red like rusted blood of fallen gods. Which is, to my mind, God's Own Country, Colorado that is. It is, if you've never been, a place where a person can see such beauty that you shall never tire of it's attractions. I say so from three decades worth of experience. My heart never jumps so much as every time I see the other side of a 14,000 foot pass. Now, you may all know the song "Man of Constant Sorrow" from the movie O Brother, Where Art Thou, which is a wonderful movie. The orginal, featured Colorado, not Kentucky, as the place of origination for it's narator. And that song is a touchstone. A man can come from a place and leave it and hope never to look back in all his wanderings, but lord knows he'll be back. Because, you see, you must see, that Colorado is in your blood when you been born there. And it takes many travels to other countries and cities and locales to see. But then, if you ain't from Colorado, then you can't rightly understand the poetry in men's souls who have been birthed there. Merle Haggard sang a song that said that, "If God don't live in Colorado, then He must spend most of his time there." And he was pretty right about that. In the picture above, the plain in the middle ground is at 10,000 feet above sea level. I myself have never been happier than in the alpine meadows and long sightles prairies and warm red canyons and mesas of Colorado; I would go out on a limb and reckon that if you have had experience with it, that neither have you.