When we left Yellowstone, Cate had made a friend from the Chech Republic. They spoke a similar language of giggles, hugs, and stuffed giraffes. They ran around our campsites, took walks, and shared flashlights. They colored pictures and read books. Even though they couldn't speak to each other, they had so much in common. That girl of mine is so inspiring. We hated to leave our new friends, the people we would never have spoken to if it hadn't been for outgoing, sweet Cate.
We stayed a night in the Grand Tetons. It was a picture-taking paradise for the hubby. Those mountains are indeed grand, y'all. Not one of them over 14k feet, but just so jagged and um, grand. Cory said, "You know when you're a kid and you're drawing mountains with crayons? They look like this." As we drove away, I literally could not get the song "America the Beautiful" out of my head. I'm cheesy, I know.
At the risk of letting you in on the fact that I'm not all that hard-core, I have to tell you that by the time we made it all the way back through Wyoming and into Colorado, I was done. The car was making a horrible rattling noise, the STUFF was closing in on me, and I wanted out of that car. And not in a tent either! I wanted back in my bed. In a car that worked. My gracious husband can spot that crazy look in my eye, so he pulled us into a hotel, stat. Cate and I slept in and swam while he took the car to get it repaired. It was a lovely little stop-over in Ft. Collins.
One more little stop in Rocky Mountain National Park was just enough of a taste to leave me wanting more. So much to do there, so many beautiful mountains. I wished we had another week to explore. I miss it already, the perspective that natural beauty provides. But we're settling back into the rhythm of routine, and that feels pretty good too.
|Love this one. We're a little crazy-eyed, and well, you know how she feels.|