I’ve had a hectic few months since the mid of Thanksgiving weekend, it hasn’t managed to slow down for me yet. But I thought I would spread a little joy into your hearts by blogging, because I know how you miss me. You miss me, right? *menacing glare*
I’ve got a real hankering to head back to my side of the country and get out of Missouri altogether. I’d love to get back to Los Angeles but I’ll settle for one of three locals – Rocky Mountains, Southern California Shore or The Nevada Desert. Wherever I go, I know I need either sand, surf or mountains. And mountains have to mean the right mountains – the mountains with pine trees.
One thing I can’t stand about the bible belt are flora and fauna. It’s not that it’s not pretty, but I’m so tired of plains, elms, the humidity is terrible and don’t get me started on the bugs. When I lived in Washington state with my parents, when I was a little girl, we used to go to a lake to swim and we’d sit and have a picnic. You’d see bees, ants, spiders – obviously – but I don’t remember being bitten, scratch that, eaten alive by mosquitoes. I’ll trade bee stings for skeeter bites any day.
Most of all I miss the position of the sun when you’re up in the mountains, the pine forests and long stretches of road flanked by mountain peaks. The clouds so close that they look as big as they really are. There’s also a severe lack of indigenous culture out here, mostly it’s just white Christians. No one even talks about the native people, and we’re right int he middle of Sioux land. People here seem to be ants crawling on a log, they don’t even notice the land and just go about their business, but I suppose that’s the way it goes.
But, since I was in a nostalgic mood, I thought I’d post some gorgeous photos of a mountain road in Colorado. For those of you who’ve never been, this should be a real treat for you!