The fickle finger of fate was pointed my way again. I had to
wonder why I love these mountains yet the altitude leaves me
out of breath. We will leave here early tomorrow and head home,
which is about 3,000 feet closer to sea level and my breathing
isn’t quite so labored.
We’ll miss waking up in the morning and leaving our room to
marvel at the mountains in the distance, and our family here.
The irony in all this is the fact I spotted a 40 acre plot just
outside of town for sale that set my imagination on fire.
I imagined buying said plot and building a house on it so we
would wake up with the sunrise and watch the sunset from the
back deck with the mountain range always to our north. Then
reality sunk in.
Yeah, the fickle finger of fate is funny that way. All in all
we have admit this trip is an overwhelming success. We’ve been
pampered, well fed, walked off the good food, saw the sights,
got some pictures, and laughed more than we have in some time.
Saturday we should arrive back home to catch on up all we missed
while we get back to reality. We’ve put over 2,000 miles on the
car and that may double before we make it to our driveway. So if
you’re staying at the Motel 6 tomorrow, we left the light on for
you. Now I think I heard some chocolate doughnuts calling for me.
Enjoy what’s left of our Wednesday.
Comments are always welcome.