Flew back to Denver today.
Walked back into downtown Phoenix then caught the Valley Rail out to 44th Street, then the Sky Train to Terminal D. Worked at the coffeeshop of the D Concourse.
Took an aisle seat on the plane and craned to look out windows. Forty minutes into the flight saw we were over the San Juans. Just jagged snow out both directions.
An hour before sunset. To the east the San Luis Valley and the incomparable ridge of the Sangre de Cristos in winter. Hippies down there at Crestone. Big ranches.
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