Big Sky Breather on the Journey Home


Call us the crazies for driving all the way from the San Francisco Bay area to Wyoming in one day. One single hair-brained drive through five states. P.S. Never drive through Nevada in the daylight. There’s absolutely nothing to see.

We journeyed past Lake Tahoe and didn’t stop to enjoy the lake. There was a brief stop at the salt fields outside of Salt Lake City for a photo. Of course, the most beautiful part of the drive through the Colorado mountains was done under the cover of dark. We pulled up to our campsite close to midnight, and we fell into our bunks exhausted.

I woke quietly before the sun, grabbed the hot water pot, plugged it in, and closed the heavy wooden door on the cord, and boiled water for coffee on the porch. When I turned around, the chilly air took my breath away. Ahhh, Wyoming. Dawn peaked over hills and dewy tents yards away. I wrapped my sweater around my shoulders and breathed in the relief of morning and stopping.

We were missing so much to get home for my husband’s business trip. The day’s plan was another 12 hours of driving across Kansas. But here for a brief breather, I could feel life expanding before me under Big Sky and fading stars.

Contentment enveloped me as pine and campfire smoke mingled with cricket song and mist. Hot water bubbled behind me. I stood and stared until the steam poured from the spout.

Why go home when all I needed was here in the journey?

“The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what’s in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that.”
Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

Each Friday I join the Five Minute Friday community for a one-word free writing challenge, completed in five minutes (give or take). Today we wrote on JOURNEY. 

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November 4, 2016