All good things must come to an end. The Chicago group and Des Moines Group left early. We all got up and started taking down the tents. The Denver group headed out the night before as they can just go home quickly. The flying group and the California group were the last to leave. As I left I stopped to enjoy the sun rising over the Rockies! As my mother listened to John Denver when I was a child, his song, “Rocky Mountain High” always crosses my mind whenever I’m here. Particularly the lyrics:
“He was born in the summer of his 27th year,
coming home to a place he’d never been before.
He left yesterday’s behind him.
You might say he was born again.
You might say he found a key for every door”
