Sunday, May 28, 1944
“If we get our spare tire,” my mother wrote home a few days ago, “we will take a trip on Sunday and tell you all about it.” Well, we did get the tire and we did do some exploring. And she did better than tell her parents about it. She let my father’s pictures show them the sheer expanse of the American West. We drove out of the city and up into the Rockies. When we stopped for a picnic, he stepped to the edge of grass verge of the road and took this picture. What’s amazing about Denver is that it’s actually a mile high above sea level itself but then the Rockies rise so much higher around it.