At Last

A half hour out of Montrose, CO.

This pic was taken on the same day as the previous blog's picture. My goal on this day was to get to Denver, but the 3:30am wake up time meant I was dying by 4:30pm. I kept passing stream after cool stream, and more than anything, I wanted to get in them somehow. Finally, around 5:00 I called Annie and told her I just didn't have the stamina for five more hours of driving. She called her family friends in Montrose-- the wonderful, wonderful Claders-- and arranged for me to stay there.

So I stopped at the very next stream.

And got out of my car.

And breathed.

And played.

And sometimes, I think, breathing and playing makes all the difference in the world.