There is so much out here on the road. Every day, heck, every hour presents something new and wonderful to see and hear and to file away for later contemplation. The picture at left is of the road over the Wasatch Mountains south of Provo UTAH in late spring of 2008. The last of the snow before summer onset. It is a reminder of the winter to come, maybe sooner this year than last. I expect there to be a snow storm or two even as far south as I10 this winter.
Let me tell you of a few things I got to see this year so far: early morning sunlight reflected off the phone and cable wires wet with dew hung so high upon their support poles and led off into the green Shenandoah Valley of Tennessee, giant swells breaking onto the rocky shoreline of Oregon and pressing back upon the spittle from the Columbia River, the wind blowing the mist far inland along the California coast, a lone road marker, much like a solitary sentry guarding the shoulder of the road, illumined in the headlights of my passing Pete on a moonless night in far West Texas, and the light blue haze of smoke settled upon the sleeping slopes of Mount Shasta and making the summit disappear from the fires ignited by a matchbox full of lightning.
All that I see and hear is but a symphony of the beauty within our vast shores. I like to think that it is a symbol of the beauty within us all. No matter the warts and the freckles, no, not even the occasional scar, can lessen the brilliance of the loving heart that dwells within. That is what I look for everyday. That is what is waiting along all the miles of America. And I find it!
So, remember, even rain is a beautiful sight when breaking the spell of a drought!
