Friday, April 8, 2011

She said, "I love you."


Interstate 70 was closed last Sunday morning from Denver to Vail.  

One hundred miles of cars stuck in a late spring storm.  

I had made it to Boulder because I left my usual, very early Sunday morning time at 7 a.m.  

It was raining from Georgetown to Boulder.  
No snow for me.  
My son was in Aurora in a blizzard but up against the foothills of the Rockies from Boulder to Golden there was only fog and light rain. 

On the way home  I drove to Morrison and got on Highway 285 that would lead me to within 17 miles of Breckenridge.  
No sitting in my car on the snowbound Interstate for me.  

About one mile into Turkey Creek Canyon the skies opened up with bright sun and no clouds.  
Heavy skier traffic northbound coming from Vail and Breckenridge due to the Interstate closure.  
Heavy snow on the cars with large buildups of ice on the front.  
In my direction it was as if we were coming from Florida with our dry cars and no snow.  
Sweet.  

I used to live on a 700 acre horse ranch in Conifer in Pleasant Park.  
I made that same drive twice a day in 1974.   
Last Sunday it was on a four lane road that had replaced the very narrow, winding two lane.  

Aspen Park, Conifer, Pine Junction to Bailey into South Park. 
No Kenny or Carmen today.  

Drove past South Platte High School for the first time in years.  
The first time since a gunman took the school hostage.  
For the first time since the gunman killed a little girl with one shot to the head because she had used her cell phone to text "I love you" to her mom and dad.
The last thing she ever did.  
The last thing the gunman ever did was kill himself.  
I got a chill as I drove by South Platte High School last Sunday.  
It wasn't because of the snow.

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