I took a different road yesterday evening, along the west side of the valley, through pasture land, across the Uncompahgre River.
It reminded me of being a little kid. "Can we go for a ride, Daddy? Huh? Can we go for a ride? Daddy? Daddy? Go for a ride?..." He would relent, we'd pile in the car and go out in the "country." Long summer evenings, two-lane roads, windows down, the aromas of open land... No wonder I love heading down the road.