A reflection this week rather than a trip. I have been thinking about where all of this actually started, and it turns out it started twice.

I was just out in Colorado for a concert. We went out ahead of it and spent the day before and the morning of driving around parts of the state we had not seen. The Lariat Loop and Golden and the towns strung along it, stopping for whatever looked worth stopping for. Then Boulder the next day. I did not expect how much being up there would make me miss it. The smell of it, the air, the way it feels to be in that country, all of it came back at once and I was not ready for that. Somewhere in the middle of all that driving I started thinking about the first time I ever came out here.