“I’d had no particular interest in the Southwest at all as a young girl, and I was completely surprised that the desert stole my heart to the extent it did.” – Terri Windling
We are not a family who goes to the mountains in the winter. In fact, after spending 7 years in Colorado I have learned that trying to get to the mountains in the winter is both dangerous (usually from the snowstorms and non natives trying to drive in them) and frustrating (from the tourists).
No, we are a family who goes to the mountains in the off season. I’ve grown to love this season for this part of God’s creation. Mountain towns have a new life breathed into them when the snow melts and the sun shines warmer.
It’s been a long time since I have visited a new state in the United States. Often times my travel is limited to places I have already been – namely, Denver or Las Vegas or Arizona – and I am grateful for it regardless. But this week was special and I was so excited to see a new part of the country. Tennessee (and most of what I saw of the south on the flight from Houston to Memphis) is flat, very green, and the water is brown. I actually did a double take to make sure I was indeed staring at the Mississippi River and not plots of land.
A collection of the little details from travels this weekend.
I love the little things. Here are some of my favourites from this weekend:
I travel a lot, but usually that just means a six hour road trip north from Albuquerque to Denver. These little trips are exhausting, high energy, and busy – there is nothing relaxing or calm about going home. Yet they are refreshing, in the midst of that craziness. I pack as much activity into my short time in the city as I can, getting my fill of the noise, lights, and crowds that haven’t filled Albuquerque yet.