Hello again Colorado.
We came back to you, as we couldn't stay away, and who could blame us?
You beckon, with a relentless call
to the wild
to the young
to the reckless.
It was the Stewart's first time in your terrain and they fell for you. For your 420, your screaming mountains, your springs fleeting snow.
The road has lent itself to conversation - many of which, I had never realized to have. About geology, about "what it's like to be you," about patients and lost childhood memories.
The road has also lent itself to the elements. Hiking the 3,000 foot elevation of Bear Mountain in toe of Matt I realized of myself - no matter rational fears of mountain lions and bears, and irrational fears of being stuck forever en route, the body is for pushing. For learning. For roaming and growing side your love and with your energy.
To summit was a fight with the elements, my body, my mind. A moment of personal glory, of silent human feat. It was a good day for the head and for the heart.
To take lesson from nature, this is where we are. This is where I sit, on the line where I exist between society and nature.
Oh the places we have slept in the past week:
- Santa Fe casino parking lot
- behind an O'Riley's in the bed of the car
- in Boulder, in Denver, in Granby Ranch.
- in Moab, under the stars.
We are now in Utah, ready to stay, ready to keep moving west. It is well, to be moving, to change. In these two weeks my strength rises with my days, my fear settles in my toes and for now, that is good enough.