I hate to diverge too much from my attempts at a witty vacation post, but I must post some of the lyrics of "Rocky Mountain High". They seem to be written just for me. John Denver, you were a wise man.
He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Comin' home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door
He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below
He saw everything as far as you can see