Road Trip 2010: The first leg.

Honestly, I haven't been to church in awhile.  A few months ago (probably more than a few now) some things happened, some attitudes that existed showed me that it was time for a break.  I decided to tak e a hiatus from a committee that I had participated on for years.   It was time for a change.

I bring this up because God definitely reminded me of what life is all about.  On the way out of Houston, I stopped in The Woodlands for some lunch.  A great time with some friends, some old, some new.  I had made a decision to delay a bit for lunch, and I'm glad that I did.  Good food and good friends.

From there, I headed to see someone that entered this world on Monday.  Just 5 days old.  I forget how small babies are when then enter the world, and how fragile they are.  I hope I didn't stare too much. 

Then I saw this:

 Just an absolutely wonderful day for a drive.  The weather could not have been better.

I arrived at Dad's house before sunset Saturday.  I switched cars and have my Dad's sedan, which, among other things, gets twice the gas mileage of my truck.  It had more room than I figured, and was able to easily fit all my stuffs including bike inside the car.

Sunday I left about 9:30 and drove twelve and a half hours from Sanger to Evergreen, Colorado.  Aside from one idiot in the middle of nowhere, it was absolutely beautiful;  There's really not too much other than scenery to look at for awhile, and a discussion with a friend on the way helped break up the drive.  I learned last year that stopping about every 16 ounces is a great place to take a short break and stretch.  Minimal traffic all day long.  Here's a few tidbits:

This was around Mt. Capulin. It rained through the 'safety corridor' last time I drove through this stretch of New Mexico on US 87.  The rain continued over Raton Pass. 

 As the sun set between Colorado Springs and Denver, the light show was wonderful.  Amazing again.

About this time, I decided to go windows down.  I could feel the chill of the cool on the back of my neck and as I made the turn off Highway 6 to I70 west, the smell of the forest hit my nose.  Immediately I knew I had made it; 17 hours of drive from Houston since 1 pm yesterday, and it was totally worth it. A gorgeous day of the best paintings on the planet; every day on a sky near you. 

Now I wait for Friday; there's a few routes I'll take in the Evergreen area, and get myself ready for the Courage Classic starting Saturday. I can't wait.