Heading up into the mountains on Lee Hill, one passes one of my favorite vistas in all of Colorado. Or, at least, what would be one of my very most favorite vistas if it weren't for an inopportune house, fence, and no parking sign ambling through the middle of said vista. From my day in the mountains with Ash on 5/14/07. A bit west of really-Boulder, but still technically Boulder, AFAIK.
