Ruby Slipper Hits the Road

I have been away from my computer and blogs for a week. The last three seasons have been hectic and trying in various ways. As autumn began, we squeezed in a road trip before anything else could happen. It is getting harder to go as far and fast as we used to. We were a little hesitant about a trip,but we pushed ahead now knowing later might not be better. We tried to travel lighter with no computer among other things, but we still had a load.

We headed west, old spots but new trails. Much of the time we traveled the Santa Fe Trail. Amazing thinking of how people generations ago got across the land, down the trail, and to Santa Fe through the Midwest. DH picked a new road. Nothing wrong with it, quite nice really, but it just wasn't a favorite. It ran between two distinct areas of the Flint Hills and the Oklahoma line.




When we pull out, there is always the excitement of travel but going west means the horizon soon begins to stretch out. You feel like you are driving right into the massive sky. Clouds, hopfully white and fluffy, become traveling partners. After a milder summer than most, the fields and pastures were greener and full of life more than the usual burnt ground of September.



The days and miles flew by, and now we are home again. Time to reconstruct and absorb all we saw and felt. Time to fetch Biscuit from the kennel, to buy milk, to catch up on readers' blogs, and to start old routines once again.