In the past two months, the husband and I set out across multiple states and thousands of miles to visit family. We drove past the farm lands of Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, and Iowa into rural Minnosta for a visit with daughter and family which included the youngest grandkids. A short trek on the way home was made across South Dakota and into Nebraska in respect to a friend’s company.
After a week or so of R&R, we headed towards the mountains of Colorado, traveling up through the western side of New Mexico to visit the son and his family–the older, but no less precious, grandkids. Then, across Colorado on surely the highest most winding roads in the US, and into Northern New Mexico to great conversations with long-time friends.
In addition to the most treasured aspects of being around those we love, we experienced some events on the road that left significant impressions.
Most of the roads we took were quite devoid of other cars, except major highways with all the trucks and around big cities. This led to a bit of anxiousness because there was no cell phone coverage either.
We drove through a forest fire on the road from Silverton to Durango. We had to follow a police ‘pilot’ car in a convoy while the helicopter with a gigantic bucket of water flew over head to the douse the flames. And, then there was the dust storm right outside Big Spring, TX.
Durango forest fire area
Driving white knucked through a torrential rain storm in rural Minnesota with lakes on either side of the narrow road, we found out lightening can go right through your car.
Windfarms with amazing opticals of appearing never-ending by popping up on the horizons as you drive for miles and miles.
The gigantic rock formations in New Mexico–like reminents of a Martian city.
Our little Ford Fiesta got an estimated 40MPG and never waivered over any of the challeging roads or situations.
Shiprock, NM
Two old farts solving the world’s problems. Or, maybe talking fishing.
As of right now, I vow never to road trip again. But I know the lure of family will take me again over roads less traveled.
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