I still remember the year vividly – 1968. It was the year my family and I took a trip from Michigan to Salt Lake City, Utah and back. My father had been invited to speak at a genealogy event and instead of just flying there and back, we decided to make it a family vacation. Little did I know, this trip would be the start of my love affair with Colorado.
As we drove through the scenic landscapes of Colorado, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe and wonder. The towering mountains, the crystal clear lakes, and the lush green forests left me spellbound. I couldn’t believe that a place like this existed in the United States. Growing up in Michigan, I had always been surrounded by flat lands and the Great Lakes, but Colorado was a whole new world for me.
Our first stop in Colorado was in the charming town of Durango. The quaint streets, lined with Victorian-style buildings, instantly captured my heart. We took a ride on the historic Durango and Silverton Narrow Gauge Railroad, which took us through the breathtaking San Juan National Forest. The train chugged along, passing through narrow canyons, over high bridges, and through tunnels, giving us a glimpse of the rugged beauty of Colorado.
Next, we visited the famous Mesa Verde National Park, home to the ancient cliff dwellings of the Ancestral Pueblo people. As we hiked through the park, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of reverence for the people who once called this place home. The intricate architecture and the stunning views from the top of the cliffs left me in awe.
Our journey through Colorado continued as we made our way to the iconic Rocky Mountain National Park. The drive through the park was like a scene out of a postcard – snow-capped peaks, alpine meadows, and crystal clear lakes. We stopped at the popular Trail Ridge Road, known as the highest continuous paved road in the United States, and took in the breathtaking views of the Rocky Mountains.
But it wasn’t just the natural beauty of Colorado that captured my heart. It was also the warm and friendly people we met along the way. From the locals in small towns to the fellow travelers we encountered on our journey, everyone was welcoming and eager to share their love for Colorado with us.
As we made our way back to Salt Lake City, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness. I knew that this trip was coming to an end, and I didn’t want to leave Colorado behind. But little did I know, this was just the beginning of my love affair with this beautiful state.
Over the years, I have been fortunate enough to visit Colorado multiple times. Each time, I discover something new and fall in love with the state all over again. Whether it’s hiking in the Rocky Mountains, skiing in Aspen, or exploring the vibrant city of Denver, there is always something to do and see in Colorado.
But it’s not just the activities and attractions that make Colorado special. It’s the feeling of being surrounded by nature, the crisp mountain air, and the sense of adventure that fills the air. It’s a place where you can disconnect from the chaos of everyday life and reconnect with yourself and the world around you.
As I look back on that family vacation in 1968, I realize that it was the start of my love affair with Colorado. It’s a place that holds a special place in my heart and will always be my home away from home. And I can’t wait to go back and create more unforgettable memories in this beautiful state.