Colorado was the place where I was born back in the Mid-Eighties. I was born on a military base as both of my parents were in the Army. The interesting thing about living in that part of the world during the Cold War was the fact that my family and I would have been instantly vaporized in the event of nuclear conflict. The reason for this was that we were living in the shadow of Cheyenne Mountain, where NORAD is entombed. This is a valuable military target. Fortunately, I was never vaporized and I eventually moved away from Colorado before I reached a state of sentience. But the place is still dear to me and I love the topographical weirdness of the state.
Much like the Cold War, with its ups and downs, I went there with my mother-in-law (I know! Bad idea.) and the whole thing was like getting vaporized in the brain with a shriek-ray. My wife and I barely survived somehow and we actually avoided emptying the bear spray in its face. A wiser man would have avoided the whole thing altogether by recognizing a dangerous situation in advance: Two incompatible women, high altitude and lack of oxygen, 24/7 space sharing. Plus the wild card of having two gassy dogs, one of whom is about to menstruate. On top of this, the "mother" was pulled over FOUR TIMES. I shit you not. Total of traffic tickets coming to about $500. Yeah, I wish I that kind of money to blow. The good news is that the states of Colorado and Kansas are back in the black. It's like buying and iPad and throwing it off of Pike's Peak.
Anyway, I was able to take some pictures of the typography of Colorado and the "Old West"
Enjoi
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