The moment I heard someone say “Garden of the Gods,” my mind spun. Following five seconds of photo research, I declared it an emergency that we go. So we jumped in the car on a warm weekday afternoon, and with my feet on the dashboard and Smash Burger in my belly, drove an hour and half from Denver to Colorado Springs.
I didn’t have any expectations, but I didn’t need them. Garden of the Gods is a registered National Natural Landmark, overcome by massive sandstone rock formations that tower upwards of 300 feet against irradiant blue skies and a jagged outline of Pikes Peak; grande and dusted with snow. The park is free to roam, and offers a world-class Visitor & Nature Center and museum that I’ll need to return for. We just walked, wandering a wavering path against a gusting wind, until climbing a little cliff to soak in the impeccable view…
My time in Colorado was the most I’ve seen the Earth’s natural beauty in what must have been a thousand years. As was true for my favorite star: Not only was I constantly under the sun, I was also miles closer to it, and having skipped SPF out of negligence (and laziness), the gods did not allow my very ivory skin to escape without a scorching punishment. And as much as I want to say it’s a small price to pay to be among a wonder of the world, sun damage will never be “worth it.”
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