I spent my entire life escaping from Golden. It’s a much different place, 20 years and one massive ski resort development later.

But, as you got on the Trans-Canada Highway to leave, hopefully for the last time as a 25 year-old grad school dropout, you looked over your left shoulder, and saw this.

[Photo: raarky]

An eerie beauty…the sterotypical vanishing point, where man gives up control to the wilderness he has carved a town from, where the land rises, and swallows your ego.

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