Don't Give Up On The Dream, Don't Give Up On The Wanting

To say it was a bad week...would be an exaggeration.
I thought it would be bad, but it wasn't.

And when my sweet sister called me to meet her in Frisco, I decided I'd had enough of Denver for a day.

Have you been to Frisco? If you haven't, you should go...especially if you live in Denver.
It's LITERALLY 67 miles away and it's lovely!

Well, the weather wasn't exactly lovely when I was leaving Denver, but I was enjoying the somber peace of the foggy white scene.

I know it's dangerous, but I like taking pictures while I'm driving.
Sure beats freezing your ass off on the side of the road.

And surprisingly, after I got in the mountains...the sun started to peek through the mist.


Well, it took a while, but grey skies...

Turned blue...

And I was imbued with a breath of fresh air.
Mother nature is cathartic.

The road can heal you...writers and poets have always talked about the journey.
I'm learning about mine.

It can be kind of lonely.

Still, if you're moving forward...you're leaving some of the journey behind.


I went to the top of Loveland Pass.

My adorable sister dragged me up there and I realized that this moment with the wind, cold and brutal, chapping our faces was more important than what I left behind in Denver.

We took a hurried moment to reflect on the scenery...

The air is thin up there and we breathed deep.

It's pristine and severe.

But it's constant...it keeps on unabated.

I'm into that.

And when we were done wandering around...we threw back some micro-brews at my sister's fave brewery!


Thanks, sister! How lucky I am...
Thank you for rescuing me!