Some Call It Crossroads, I Call It a Junction

After 3 decades I finally made it back to my old stomping grounds to Grand Junction and the Grande Mesa in western Colorado. I celebrated 7 wonderful years of marriage with my sweet husband, and wondered where all the time went. But I also had the blessed opportunity to take my father's ashes back to the Mesa where he spent many days hunting, camping, and teaching his family life lessons in the great outdoors. I truly get the meaning of God's country. These snapshots do not do the justice of the tranquil vistas, pine scented air, soft crickets at dusk, touch of cool basalt lake water, smell of firewood, and also the enormous scale of this forest. The winds atop the cool Mesa carried him away and he will forever be amongst the nature and wildlife he cherished so much. Simply beautiful, I will be back.