I’ve always loved the mountains. When I was about 5 or 6, my mom’s entire side of the family took a road trip out to Colorado, and I was very excited to see real mountains first hand. We drove through the night, eventually stopping for breakfast at a Village Inn in the dark hours of the early morning.
As we were eating, the sun gradually started coming up and one of my cousins proclaimed “you can see the mountains out the other windows!”. So with much excitement I ran across the restaurant to see for myself. I’m sure to everyone else it was perfectly routine to see the sunrise reveal the distant mountain range, but to me it was a truly spectacular sight.
Anytime I visit places with mountains now it’s always exciting to catch that first glimpse in the distance. To this day I always anticipate the spot on I-70 in eastern Colorado where on a clear day the front range first becomes visible (it’s mile marker 370).
Over the years I have seen many a mountain range come into view, but my very first sighting from the dining room of a Village Inn will probably always be one of my favorite memories.
I remember the first time I made that trip down I-70, the first time I saw mountains in the distance. It was a special experience for me too.
It’s kind of like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It’s your little prize for trecking across boring old Kansas.
I remember the first time I saw the mountains when we were driving to Denver and I would agree…it’s quite a sight! I’m not sure I would ever get tired of waking up to that beautiful sight every morning.