Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Traveling Threads

Road trip! The only way to travel. Well, in my opinion, as my hubby would say if he were here at the moment. But he's back in the heat of Texas holding down the fort whilst darling daughter and myself are in Missoula, Montana visiting with my Mom and awaiting my oldest son and his family to come for a week-long vacation in the area.

Flying is for the birds ... literally.

There is so much to see when on a road trip. Things that are so much more to look at from the ground. After all, even birds don't cruise at 30,000 feet. I know flying will get you from one place to another in a matter of hours, whereas it took my three days to get to Missoula from the Dallas area of Texas, but I got to see some awesome sights. Even the grasslands of the Texas panhandle are awesome in their own way.

Awesome can be scary, though. The picture on the left is of the Wyoming skies when we drove through the Wheatfield area June 30th. For about 10 miles I felt I was driving on another planet. Blue skies were only a memory, a dream. On this planet, the skies were a yellowish-green and the canopy of clouds were tinged in brown.

Here was the cause of the otherworldly feeling I experienced. I have no idea the name of the canyon and hills of the area, but this picture was taken at the rest stop just north of Wheatfield on Interstate 25.

Seeing wildfire from a safe distance brings a mixed bag of emotions. The energy is mesmerizing. A person is humbled by the ferocity of wildfire. It reminds a person that so many things in life are outside of our control. But a person also realizes that there is life ending under this mesmerizing, ferocious force of nature. Not necessarily human life, although that is a reality more often than it should as was noted in the Colorado Springs fire that was still on-going at the time this Wyoming fire was starting. Animal life is lost too. And the life of grasses and trees. Of course, new life always comes in the aftermath ... and there are those species of plant life that requires fire in order for seed to germinate. Fire is nature's way of doing some serious housekeeping and redecorating.

No fired in Missoula ... yet. The hills are lush and green because of a cold, wet spring followed by a so-far mild, wet early summer. I can't get over how green the place looks; so unlike the image in my mind when I reflect on my childhood home. But soon enough, the dry hotness of summer is going to come and dry up all those lush, green grasses. That potential of fire will be all too real, too much. It drives me to distracted nervousness thinking about it ... so I will stop thinking about it. Let me focus, instead, on the Montana threads I can find and revel in!


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