Summer means road trips. Music, conversation, the letter game with road signs – which I invariably win because everyone else gives up before we’re half way through the alphabet. The city gives way to open road. Restlessness gives way to anticipation. I’m glad to trade the sweltering triple digits of Texas for the cool 80s of Colorado. The frequent early morning rain showers don’t slow us down. Touristy Durango is equal parts vibrant energy and laid back scenic paradise. Within walking distance from our hotel door is the Animas River, rushing and rippling over rocks. Lush green leaves whisper in the breeze. We take a guided river raft ride. Our tour guide is a friendly girl named Edith. I can’t stop looking at her dreadlocks. Further adventures take us on a ski lift to the alpine slides at the Purgatory Resort. I’m not a fan of heights and I keep a death grip on the chair. Somehow I don’t think that will help if anything goes wrong but it gets me through the ride. On the way out of town, I have to stop and take one last look at the breathtaking views.
Scenic summer trip
mountains rise up in the mist
trailing heart behind
dVerse – the pub is writing summer themed Haibuns this week.