FLIGHT Looking down Mexico Street in Southeast Denver, I could see the eastern face of the Rockies...I always knew which way was west. The skies over Denver were deeper blue than other places because the atmosphere was so thin in the mile-high city. Sky met mountains like jagged Venetian glass and... Sign in to see full entry.
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