Recently one of my oldest friends, Kelsey, flew into Colorado to attend a wedding. Now the airport is in Denver (where I live) and the wedding was in a tiny mountain town three to four hours west of Denver. Her ride fell through and I had the day off. I offered to take her- after all, a drive through the mountains can be glorious- but I needed to be back in time for my shift at work the next day. I originally wanted to take the quickest route to drop her off and then turn right around…That didn’t happen. Something way better did. We took the day and turned it into one of those feels-like-you’re-in-a-movie adventures. I was exhausted by time I got home, sometime after 12 am, but I am so glad we went.
There were a handful of other intrepid travelers walking around the top of the pass. It was above the tree line and the landscape was tundra, so the colors were all muted brown and greens. There was almost no sound except for the wind and the murmur of voices. A few people had dogs, all of whom seemed unconcerned about the altitude. Most of the people, myself included, ended up huffing and puffing in the thin air as we walked around and explored. It was quite cold!
As we left the pass the road wound down through the forest which was splattered with vibrant yellow trees among all the green. There was a river careening through the rocks off to our our left, so we stopped to get out and explore for a bit.
It was a whirlwind trip. I got to spend time catching up with one of my oldest friends and we had a fabulous time exploring and take in the mountain air. I don’t get away from the city as often as I like and I guess sometimes it takes something like a friend in need to take you out of the humdrum of your regular routine. Between stress at work and a busy schedule I was starting to lose my mind a bit, but this trip was exactly what I needed to recenter myself and find some peace of mind.