The next few days of our trip were spent hanging out in and around Denver, aka The Mile High City. I grew up here. I love it. I love the weather, the bike trails, the access to the mountains, the shopping, the restaurants, the tourist attractions. I love visiting, and I would love to move back some day. This visit was a touristy visit for us. We hit a bunch of the main attractions, and I noticed something about Colorado people. Coloradans (Colorado-ans, Colorado-ites?) are a little preoccupied with elevation. They are so proud to be living in the high desert. Elevation pops up everywhere. The capitol building has a step which is marked at exactly 1 mile above sea level. Any "true" Coloradan will gladly tell you about which of the mountain peaks over 14,000 feet (lovingly referred to as 14ers) he/she has climbed. There are warning signs about the effects of physical exertion at high elevations. And it's not just Denver. Breckenridge* had even more signs advertising the elevation. My personal favorite was a sign in a bakery, "Lovingly baked at 9600 feet." I too am proud to say that I grew up in the Mile High State, even if it is a little silly.
*Stay tuned for more of our adventures in Breckenridge in "Road Trip Part 3: Party at 9600 feet.
These steps were tough, but cake compared to the stairs by the Smith Field House on the BYU campus.
Gordon, Sophie, Ella, Me, Jacob, Lesley, Dave, and Megan in the dome of the capitol building.