TWINKLING

Way off in the distance and far below, we could see it twinkling, the mile high city, yet it is nearly a mile below us. As the distant street lights began to blink out, the Eastern skyline becomes brighter. The jagged outlines of Spruce and Fir trees thrust up toward the heavens. Coffee mugs steam gently as we watch the new day unfold before us. We are sitting on the front step of the Welcome Center at the BLRA. Soon, the onslaught of visitors will start to arrive, as they escape the confines and the heat of the metropolis below. As the first morning calls of birds echo across the asphalt of the welcome center, we can hear it in the distance. It is the hum of tires on pavement as the first visitor of the day climbs up the steep highway to where we are.