Thirteen years ago this week I moved to Colorado.
It was meant to be a temporary home – just a year or two – before moving on to bigger places (I had my sights set on the East Coast). And, except for a two-year experiment in the Eastern Time Zone (not quite the East Coast), Colorado has been my home since September 1997.
I distinctly remember navigating the winding hills of Raton Pass in my Mazda Protégé and seeing the welcome sign as I crossed from New Mexico into Colorado. The welcome signs for Colorado remain the same today.
The word Colorado means “colored red” in Spanish. Colorado is famous not only for its red rocks, but its blue skies, yellow sunflowers, green forests, purple columbines and orange sunsets. The state’s motto – Colorful Colorado – reflects this beauty and diversity.
But the welcome sign is dull and lifeless, and doesn’t include any color. NONE. Unless you count white as a color that symbolizes the snow that has made Colorado skiing famous throughout the world. (But I think that’s a stretch.) In this photo I was at least able to capture some of the colorful landscape, but not all border crossings are as attractive as this one.
Some Colorado border crossings include a farewell to visitors, such as the one below.