We jetted off to Grand Junction Colorado this weekend. The fun of being able to do this is a privilege earned by lots of hard work and lots of Delta Skymiles.
There is something healing about a weekend in the red rock desert. Luckily we live close to this wonderland of exploration and an arid land full of life.
The thing that always strikes me is the amount of life that eeks its way out of a seemingly desolate environment. The cacti were sporting their paper-like blooms of white, pink, yellow and red. The Columbine’s soft peach colored blooms stand tall against the red sand. Daisys sway in the canyon breezes.
It always amazes me when a small river has found its way in the desert flowing through the sandstone and quartz meandering from shady spot to shady spot, cascading over the rocky ground. It is from these small streams that man can attempt to tame this desert and make a living mining the wealth and raising small herds of sustinance livestock. It is also where the bandidos of the great western age would hide out.
The rejuvenation that comes from even a few days is well worth the slight hassle of getting there.