Signs fly by as we ascend up the winding interstate into the mountains. Our car drives through a ridge, with a giant cut through it. We get higher into the mountains, and leave the dozens of subdivisions behind. By now we can't see Denver, and the foothills are getting bigger and bigger. We pass a series of gas stations and lodges, and we are on our way.
This was a really nice story, Simon. I liked the way you described it.
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Hope you have a great time in the mountains, Simon!
ReplyDeleteI liked the description you included in your slice. Great job!
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