As we wound along the curving roads, ever rising, we were glad we had rented something larger than an economy car. We needed a vehicle that could handle the climb in altitude as we made our way to the Broadmoor Fishing Camp at 8,800 feet. My friend drove as I watched the scenery change outside the window. The green valley of Colorado Springs gave way to boulders that momentarily in passing resembled a man’s stoic profile. The aspens were in mid-splendor, with gradients of moss green at the bottom gently blending into mustard yellow up top.

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