Road Trip

On a Tuesday morning in late June, we set out for Colorado.

We drove south and west, through some of Wisconsin's most beautiful farm country...

...towards the craggy terrain that signals the approach of the Mississippi River valley.

We crossed the mighty Mississippi...

...and soon found ourselves under wide Iowa skies.

Up and down, up and down, across the endless rolling fields we drove, until we reached the Missouri river...

...and crossed into Nebraska. We drove for hours more, along the (mostly hidden) Platte River, then spent the night in a small town somewhere near the middle of the state.

In the morning we set off again on the second half of our journey. We passed fields of corn and fields of hay...

...and a few hours later rejoiced to see this:

After 800+ miles we were nearly there! (Almost nearly.)

We drove west and south, through slowly ascending plains:

The closer we got to Denver, the darker and cloudier grew the skies. Lightning stabbed to the west, and the radio reported thunderstorms across the area. Finally we caught a glimpse of the mountains:

Skirting Denver, we headed into the final leg of our journey. We passed lovely red rocks and surprisingly green hills that broke into glimpses of fascinating unknown valleys:

Photo courtesy of Mr. M

The clouds began to break and pull back into glorious grey-and-white towers near Snowcatcher's house:

Then our two-day journey was over, and our Colorado vacation had begun.

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