A close friend and family member's memorial service drew us away from our new haven of serenity, to the busy highways of Los Angeles. Before dawn, we made our way through the dense fog of Togwotee and past national forests, to the Jackson Hole Airport. Western through and through, it's filled to the brim with elk statues, hide canvases, Native American artwork, and fantastic local wildlife photography. One of my favorite features was a beautiful wall with silver inlays reflecting the winding course of the Snake River.
Jackson Hole's mountain runway felt like a dream, and the early morning views of the Tetons were breathtaking as our plane took flight.
My boyfriend and I played cards together during a long layover in Denver, and I was delighted to notice that someone had installed bird houses high up in the cold metal rafters. We saw the little airport sparrows flitting around the vast expanse of the building, and it was great to know they had a safe place to sleep.
The flight over the Rockies was glorious, as always. Blue haze, crisp snow, and fluffy clouds pierced by jagged peaks...I'll never get over the beauty of my Colorado mountains!
Past the snow-capped ranges, the landscape changed dramatically to awe-inspiring views of the carved desert as we made our way over Utah, Nevada, and the tip of Arizona.
After a full day of travel, we finally arrived in L.A., greeted by the warm coastal mountains when our second plane made its descent. We had a long, emotional night ahead of us at the memorial, but the journey had been beautiful.
