It’s hard to make statements like this, but I think the most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen are the Rocky Mountains, the Flatirons over Boulder, as I’m coming up the hill on 36, right before the exit onto Table Mesa, when I’m coming home from being in some other state. Usually this happens at night, after I’ve been driving all day across Nebraska, Kansas, or most recently Texas (all places that, for the most part, I’d rather not be). On the rare occasions that I catch this view during daylight hours, I am thrilled. The view is so comforting, so welcoming, so home to me.
I think the second most beautiful thing that I’ve ever seen are the Rocky Mountains, the Flatirons over Boulder, as I look in my rearview mirror as I am driving away from them, usually going back to the places I have just returned from.
Goodbye Colorado
Clearly this picture does little to capture the beauty of the view, and mostly just incriminates me for taking a picture while driving down the highway, but goodness it makes me miss Colorado. Not that I can’t find beauty everywhere, and Iowa in fact is a state that I truly enjoy, but there is surely a reason that Coloradans tend to stay in the state for most of their lives.
I suppose that the good thing about leaving is that everytime I come back the view is even more magnificent. It’s good to know that there will always be something to come back to.
