The Road Down
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I was thankful to find that the road down was less intense than the road up and we were able to enjoy the view with a new sense of peace that comes of scaling a literal mountain.
We drove so close to the rocks that they knocked our mirrors. Cars had to stop to the side to allow us to pass safely, and water cascaded down the mountain side, spraying through the window screens and across the road.
The light took on that purple/gray etherealness that comes with storms, and we gaped at the greenness of the trees and valleys against the dark sky. Thunder rumbled and rolled, echoing off of the mountain sides that surrounded us, and the lightening cracked and filled the valley with light, changing the whole scene.
As the rain started to pelt our windshield the pine forests changed to forests made entirely of Aspen trees. What a site! Spindly white trunks reaching to the sky, topped tufts with soft, arrowhead leaves, fluttering overhead. It looked like a combination of one of those little brass tree sculptures with the twinkling little leaves and a Christmas card. We were approaching Aspen, Colorado.
If one were going to live in a town, Aspen must be one of the most beautiful.
We drove so close to the rocks that they knocked our mirrors. Cars had to stop to the side to allow us to pass safely, and water cascaded down the mountain side, spraying through the window screens and across the road.
The light took on that purple/gray etherealness that comes with storms, and we gaped at the greenness of the trees and valleys against the dark sky. Thunder rumbled and rolled, echoing off of the mountain sides that surrounded us, and the lightening cracked and filled the valley with light, changing the whole scene.
As the rain started to pelt our windshield the pine forests changed to forests made entirely of Aspen trees. What a site! Spindly white trunks reaching to the sky, topped tufts with soft, arrowhead leaves, fluttering overhead. It looked like a combination of one of those little brass tree sculptures with the twinkling little leaves and a Christmas card. We were approaching Aspen, Colorado.
If one were going to live in a town, Aspen must be one of the most beautiful.
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4 comments:
Sounds wonderful! Have you taken many pics yet?
J
http://adventuresinvoluntarysimplicity.blogspot.com/
sweet!
very descriptive... I can imagine what you see pretty clearly (but the same as Jack, I'd love to see pics when you are able!)
I know how you love Christmas!
must have been so fun for you!
I'm very relieved to hear the ride down the mountain wasn't too ominous!!! (shwooo!)
love you guys!
Cynthia and Claire-bear
(Hello to Quinn from Claire!)
PS thanks also for the great ideas of where I can take weekend escapes, if this is all I can manage! =)
I am so glad to know that the trip down was so delightful!
love, ella
Games that kids make up themselves are so much more fun both to play and to watch. Glad you made it over the mountain and to the gathering. We want pictures!!
Love Grandma
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