Colorado is the most American of landscapes, connected via a parade of show-stopping natural wonders at a Rocky Mountain altitude.
Standing atop Colorado Springs’ most splendid natural marvel, Pikes Peak, I recall, “On a clear day, you can see forever”. However, instead of forever, I see a sea – a sea of powder puff clouds where the endless views should be. Pikes Peak’s cloudy spectacle doesn’t fit Barbra Streisand’s lyrics or how I envisioned the view. On
