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I happened upon the Denver suburb of Littleton while searching for keen
views of the eastern edge of the Rocky Mountains. When I saw the first
Littleton exit sign, a tragic image did roll across my mind, but my
attention quickly returned to the mountains. Littleton is a nice,
normal looking place, set against a magnificent backdrop - the high wall of
the Rockies rising up from the plains. From one vantage point, I could
see a higher ground... what appeared to be a park, or
playground. I drove around to this higher ground, got out, took a few
shots, looked around... then realized where I was. It sent a cold chill down my spine.
My first reaction was to look around to see if anyone was looking - I felt like I was at a place where I was not supposed to be. It was like the feeling you have when you come upon carnage on the highway... you don't want
to gawk, but you can't resist stealing a glance... |
