After our
partially free breakfast in the hotel restaurant, we said goodbye to
the magpies and headed back
towards Denver, stopping at the Air Force Academy along the way. Not a
bad place to go to school, except of course for the wars and killing
and stuff. We visited their chapel, designed by the same Walter Netsch
who made the UIC campus a windowless concrete prison. The chapel is
beautiful,
with lots of touches that suggest the acute triangle shapes of plane
wings and tails. It also reflects the shape of the mountain range
behind it, although that may be unintentional. The academy also had
more soccer fields than I've ever seen in one place.
A B-52 near the USAFA entrance
In Castle
Rock, we got pulled over by Officer Friendly for not stopping
at a stop sign on our way to Dairy Queen (yes, two Dairy Queens in one
weekend!). He let us off with a warning about safety blah blah blah,
and we wondered whether it even matters if people who live in a
no-points state get points on their license in another state.
Finally, back to
Denver to wander lost in the airport for a while, and eventually arrive
in Chicago, where the humidity was a welcome sensation on our poor
parched skin, at least for the first five minutes or so.
