Regal Rockies
A man, in his necessary travels, should be sure to cross over and also through the Rocky Mountains. Their majesty and grandeur is only exceeded by their height.
And while traveling through, you’ll inevitably come to a hideaway or a pass in the interior that will stand-out. There, you’ll stop and breathe the fresh, chilled air of Colorado or perhaps Montana. This memory will be yours forever; below is an account of mine.
[ At an old saloon on a street of mud... ]
Written on: 2007.Nov.05
In southwestern Colorado lies Wolf Creek pass. It is a formidable old thoroughfare that has been traversed mostly by locals for a long, long time. In this great San Juan Mountain pass are snow-capped peaks, lush, green valleys and tranquility.
Story and I stood unhurriedly overlooking the southern edge of this pass. It was late April, mid-morning and our destination was Denver; we were just entering Wolf Creek pass and our heading was northeast.
I did not stumble on this pass. It was my father who urged me to take my time driving through Colorado and to avoid highways and freeways when possible. During a summer in the early ’70′s he travelled this pass on his way to beautiful Flagstaff, Arizona; home of Northern Arizona University, one of his Alma maters. Though he wasn’t on my road trip back from California, my dad did ride with me out to California and thus I learned of Wolf Creek pass.
As I looked over the valley it was still glazed with a thin layer of fog. I tried to picture my dad leaning against his ’66 Impala just as I was leaning against my Ford Escape… it was easy to do. I took in the wonder of the mountains and enjoyed the feeling of the cool, brisk and clean air against my face. “This place,” I thought to myself, “just became a bridge between generations.”
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