Driving into Denver is an interesting experience for one having a foggy image of the place. First, I had no idea that Denver is not in the mountains. Signs seen in passing promise slopes all the way -- "Vail Right 200 feet". Yet from the airport it's 15 miles to town and there's not a hill in sight. When finally entering the city, you see them looming in the distance all blue and moody,. But really: this is Calgary. But smaller, older and apparently a lot richer in the old days.
Signs on the way in piqued my interest. First, as the shuttle navigates through successive districts, apparent differences in the ethnic/linguistic makeup are dramatic. In some areas the billboards are exclusively Spanish. Three blocks on, I see the same signs, with the same messages, but in English.
And then a treat: "Special today! Amish Built Garage Doors!" With extra width to accomodate the team's gear, I suppose.
Monday, August 17, 2009
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