It isn't as warm as you think it's going to be in San Francisco. The mind says, "I'm in California" but the body soon realizes it needs a jacket and scarf. Still, it's a pretty awesome city to visit. Ron, Griffin, Murphy and I enjoyed the drive across the country, particularly the final leg of it. Nothing against Nebraska, but there wasn't much to look at as we drove East to West all the way through the state. Once we hit Wyoming, where the deer and the antelope play, the view began to improve. Utah was breathtaking with its snow covered mountain ranges. The Nevada desert sand was white and barren for as far as the eye could see. But the best part was the very end of the trip, the final four hours of the thirty hour drive. If you ever get the chance to drive West from Reno to San Francsico, do it! Such majesty; those mountains covered with evergreens make my heart sing. We put on John Denver and let him do the real singing while we looked up and out and took it all in. That is church to me.
I like a pair of Jimmy Choos as much as the next gal, but I am a nature girl at heart. There is no greater high on earth than a Rocky Mountain High! Tell me...what "takes you to church", makes you feel one with everything?
