Grand Junction is on the Far Side

Almost missed my Denver to Grand Junction flight--distracted by the lady next to me spelling L-H-A-S-A   A-P-S-O to the young lady next to her, explaining her intricate doggy stroller. "They were Tibetan dogs--indoor dogs."  It was only an hour flight and I fell asleep with my mouth open. A fitful sleep, worried that the coughing/sneeqing guy next to me would germ in my mouth. After dozing, I woke up suddenly and looked out the window over gigantic triangles of mountains with little triangles of  snow patches. From the aisle seat, I couldn't take a picture. 
Out west, there is very little snow.   But lots of sun in Grand Junction. While unpacking, I found lots of little notes from my kids hidden in my luggage. It made me smile.