Remember a few posts back I told you we were driving through some beautiful scenery in Utah, but at night so that I couldn't share it with you. In fact I couldn't see it myself because it was pitch black. I only knew what was out there because we'd been down that road before.
We drove it twice actually in the past month, both times in the middle of the night. But your in luck! Because we drove it again on Saturday morning, and it was a glorious day!Canyonlands National Park and Arches National Park.
You know how hard a time I have limiting picture posting. Well, the pictures are half the purpose of the blog so I guess I'm excused. I got it cut down to a dozen this time. It was hard.
We turned east at Monticello, UT and crossed into Colorado. Later in the afternoon we passed the exit for Mesa Verde, another place I'm determined to see. We talked about making a big loop, coming down through Yellowstone, then traveling south down US191 through Wyoming and into Utah and seeing the Canyonlands and Arches. Then looping over to see Mesa Vere and then up through the Royal Gorge in the Rockies of Colorado, and then north to home from there. We'll see. I hope it happens, but only time will tell. For now I have to settle for seeing all these things out my window as we pass by. I'm busy being grateful for that. I may not get to stop and explore, but I'm still seeing so much more them many people will ever get the chance to see.
We reached Texas yesterday afternoon. It was 82 degrees and sunny. Amazing! This morning it's 64 and raining. Still pretty amazing! (the rain, not the temp.) It's been such a dry winter! This time of year it feels so weird to come down here and see green grass and flowers and need the air conditioning, and then look at the weather forecast and see white blobs all over our home area. It's hard to explain how the lack of consistency feels sometimes. We're constantly changing climates.
We just delivered our load of safflower seed from Utah and now we're on our way to take a little load of some kind of mineral to north Texas. Don't know what happens from there, but we're supposed to be home this weekend for a few days to feed cattle for Malcolm's parents. It's a great week and I'm in a great mood. Knowing we have home time and horse time to look forward to has a tendency to make me a little giddy.