Delightful twenty-four hours in Denver. Arrived in the morning with the city blanketed in snow, by mid-morning the sun was out, the temperature had risen into the 60's, the snow was disappearing, and the golf course called to say they were opening for play. Perfect!
Drove to Golden with my sister' son, David, and the three of us spent a warm, but windy afternoon playing 18 holes. Anne was the big winner!
When the round was finished, Anne's sister's son, David, met us at a nice restaurant in Denver, and the four of us had a wonderful dinner.
Early to bed, early to rise, and we are about to head back to the newly re-opened historic Union Station to catch the Zephyr for the last leg of our train journey -- through the Rockies, across Utah, and on to San Francisco.
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