So, this week I found myself on I-70 heading to Fruita, CO. Wow, that was a really long preface. I suppose these adventures might seem to some to be quite unremarkable, but to me they are like hidden treasures scattered across a vast land that are just waiting to be found. There is a certain charm and magic in small towns, and I love discovering it.
before I went up to the monument, so I grabbed my copy of the Complete Poems of Robert Service, perfect for any adventure, and headed into the town square and read a few poems. Such quiet moments are rare in the life of one so busy, and I cherished it.
From there, I headed out of a town, that had I not decided to visit, I would never have seen, and that I will most likely never see again and headed up to the Colorado National Monument. I decided that in such a sacred place that I ought to keep my radio turned off. Silence for two hours is magnificent. There's not much to say here other than what I can say through pictures. They don't capture it.
At about 2PM, I decided I ought to be heading back to SLC. But my adventurous spirit was driving me at this point. I hadn't realized until I'd checked my map in the car that Arches is really close to I-70, and so I decided that I ought to visit that iconic Utahn landscape that so many know from our license plates. Once again, words don't work much here, but the one thing I can say is that I will definitely be going back there. My pictures are pretty unremarkable.
And so I returned home that evening, not more than 28 hours since I'd left. We often say we have no time, but don't we? In one grand day out, I was able to gratefully explore a magical world.