The alley behind the Denver Central Market has one of many colorful murals splattered beautifully around the city.

It seems like a mistake; like you’ve landed in the wrong place, even though the signs all say Denver International Airport.  Where are the mountains?  Why is everything so flat?  I arrived here a couple days before a work conference to check out a city I’d never visited.  As I rode the A Line into the city, though, the mountains came into view.  Little did I know that in a couple days I’d be visiting the treasure of Red Rocks that was tucked into those mountains. Continue reading →