It had to have been one or two in the morning, but I lay wide awake in the tent; alert enough that it felt as if day were about to break.
The night air had dropped to the low 30s and frost covered the rain fly creating little ice crystals that glittered and danced under the full moon.
I lay there, nestled deep within the downy depths of my sleeping bag with only my nose and cheeks exposed to the cool mountain air, and I listened.
Our campsite, sheltered in the midst of stoic Lodgepole pine trees on the banks of a high alpine lake, was high enough up a long, boulder filled, dirt road that traffic noises were obsolete. The night was windless and the air was still and cold, chilly enough that the atmosphere around the tent seemed to be frozen in time.
I listened and I listened. I and realized that for the first time in as long as I could remember, there was nothing outside of my own thoughts and my own slow breaths to listen to.
Dillon, CO -> Denver International Airport: 92.1 miles (Gotta pick up Ms. Clair!)
Denver International Airport -> Wilmette, IL: 1,004 miles
Wilmette, IL -> Dunlap, TN: 565 miles
Dunlap, TN -> Dillon, CO (1,342 miles)
Total mileage: 3,003.1 miles over 10 days…with two people and a dog.
Gonna be interesting.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Wednesday. Middle of the week. Two days in, two days out.
Usually Wednesday has no meaning to me. Usually Wednesday serves as my Monday, no days in, five days out. But this particular Wednesday is a super Wednesday. This particular Wednesday brings me two days closer to a reunion with one of my most favorite people; Mr. Thomas William Sims, also known as my littlest (though tallest…sorry Erik…) baby brother.
On Saturday (just TWO days from now…HURRAH!) I am embarking on a 10 hour road trip (cue the Hot Tamales, Diana Ross, coffee, and books on tape) to Flagstaff. Lots of bonding, hiking, story-telling, eating, bead shopping, school seeing, and Flagtown exploring will ensue. And you know what? I AM PUMPED.
See ya on the flip side Keystone!