Denver & South Fork, Colorado, A Journey pt. 3

Fying into Denver, seeing those huge mountains in the distance, it’s still so weird that we were there. I never would have guessed a few years ago that we would have made it out that far west, that far from home. Hubby hates flying, so his willingness to go out there for one of our longest known friends was the only reason we made it! And we just barely did.

After a near miss in midair freak out, we grabbed our rental car and started out on our five hour drive through the Rockies. In the middle of the night.

Denver seemed to stretch for miles in the valley beneath the mountain, and I felt a large familiarity as we sat in bumper to bumper traffic, but as the miles slowly slipped away, the mountains suddenly popped up and we’re right next to us as if we had only blinked. I swear the sun was more intense at that altitude as it descended below the looming mountains, and the night sky began to sprout sparkling light. I had no idea how much manufacturing was based out of Denver, but the Purina plant sticks out in mind the largest with it’s signature pet food smell. The skyline of Downtown sprawled across the horizon as the city passed us by just as the interstate gave way to the mountain pass.

Two things I realized about Colorado during this drive which may be exclusive to the mountain roads. One, whoever built the roads does not believe in guardrails, probably because if you’re going to fall, your gone regardless of speed. And two, streetlights are reserved for cities.

After a five hour plane ride, we drove for two and half hours in the darkest night I have ever seen on the windiest roads I have ever been on before we called it a night for sanity and safety reasons. We figured we’d finish the last half in the morning, so we pulled into the least spookiest hotel we could find. (I’ve seen too many scary movies to stay in a small hotel in a small town as a tourist.) 

Sleeping was another oddity at that elevation. Every time I tried to slip into a deep sleep, my breathing would cause we to wake again. My mind wouldn’t shut off, and my dreams sent me on wild rides through the dark mountains. I woke up many times through the night trying to catch my breath as my heart raced from my latest dream.

When we woke up in the morning, I dreaded getting back in the car and continuing the drive on those roads, but I wanted so badly to see my friend. With coffee in hand, hubby and I pushed on to South Fork, and our final destination for the weekend. We passed red rock mountain after mountain, but the last half of the drive was nowhere near as teeth clenching as the first. With the sun shining brightly, the land lit up in it’s vast array of colors of the changing leaves, rocks, and valley floors. It was beautiful! All apprehension melted away as the last two and a half hours melted away in gorgeous sights and breathtaking scenery! 

When we finally arrived in the sleep  it off South Fork, we checked into the hotel and before even making it to our room, we were out of breath! At 8,000 feet, breathing at what we knew was a normal rate was going to be hard!

Bathroom break pt. 4

The next great innovation needs to be a way for people not to have to take so many bathroom breaks. Imagine the time we would save in a day if we didn’t have to stop what we were doing to go to the bathroom. Imagine what we could accomplish if we soaked up all the minutes wasted in the restroom.

There would be no more apps counting the time or tallying the money your earned while going to the loo. There would be no lengthy, catchy tunes in ads for supposed soft or strong toliet paper. There would be no need or use for the space a luxurious John can take up in a house, or even an airple; there would just be one more seat or closet. 

These thoughts are running through my head as I sit in the window seat of this airplane. Three seats deep in this row, with a sleeping guy right next to me and another guy who looks like he doesn’t want to be bothered in the aisle seat, and I have to go to the bathroom! The rambles of a knee bouncing fool in the window seat.

Flying above the clouds pt. 2

There is something awe inspiring about the ability to fly. Standing on the ground, looking enviously up at birds as they effortlessly defy gravity is all man could do before the Wright brothers said, “hold my beer.” Now, modern aviation can fly hundreds of people at once in a single vehicle, defying gravity on our own and soaring high above any bird with our artificial wings. 

As I sit on this aircraft, flying on a United Airline Boeing 757 at approximately 30,000 feet above the ground, I can’t help but think how small everything below us seems. Everything from up here seems like a tiny sliver in the grand scheme of the world. Small mountains encompassing smaller towns with invisible people and their imaginary issues. I don’t mean to belittle anyone’s journey in life, but from up here, it isn’t visible. It’s as if the world has its own life and ideas of what is important, and it isn’t the fabricated problems of the invisible people in the tiny town sorrounded by the small mountains.
It makes you wonder if before modern aviation, before the Wright brothers when people kept their feet on the ground, if birds would look down on us with pity. If they would see us tiny people milling about their small town and think how insignificant we all are to the grand scheme of the entire world they could see from above.
But even with this new perspective, we still see our lives as the largest part of this world. Maybe one day we can be like birds and see this big, old world for what is and ourselves as only a tiny part of it.