Mountains for mesas and forested creeks for rocky canyons. I'm on my way to the Red Rock and Canyonlands country of Utah. But first, I took a time out in Grand Junction, Colorado.
I hiked in Colorado National Monument.
It's an old friend like the locals I know here.
A Happy Hour in the "River City" would be devoid of Yuck Yucks without spending time with the Millers and the Toolens. Having buddies scattered around the Centennial State is a major reason why I think of Colorado as home.
In these gentle months of weather, there is no place like home.
Manana, I'll be in the Needles District of Canyonlands National Park. At least, I won't have to watch the Yankees play like poop.
Cheers from a pained Yankee fan,
PS. I have three pounds of Starbucks and three cases of IPAs on board Barley the Van. I'm prepared.