We went to visit our family in Idaho this week. We left very early one day and this is what we saw on our way. This is the (long) pictorial story of our long drive Eastward. Go get a cup of tea, it gets cold, and it was beautiful.
I fell asleep as we left (and the kids did too) as Mark drove that early morning. When I woke up, the sun was coming up and the sight was unbelievable. It always is. Oh the colors…
The reds, yellow, oranges, purples, blues, all of them, all at once.
A beautiful sight.
The colors as well as the view outside the window changed as the minutes and hours, passed and we (Mark) kept driving.
From mostly (dark) greens to browns and some greens spread across.
As we passed the Blues Mountains, reaching the summit, there was this thin white blanket that made the view outside our windows almost magical. Just a dust of white as a cake is sprinkled with powder sugar for accent and a delicate touch, barely covering the grounds for few miles. And we could feel the chill in the air. I love that cold air coming through your face, knowing we were warming up soon.
We left our house what it felt like the middle of the night. So the kids were in PJ’s until we stopped on our regular spot for a break.
Usually is lunch time by the time we get here… almost half way our destination. But this time it was not even 9am. The park was closed for the season, and it was freezing outside. A much different sight when we do this in the summer and it’s lunch time. So this time was a quick breakfast stop and we kept on going in the warmth of our car.
We saw snow in the distance, almost the rest of the way, as we headed East.
The sky opened, turning to a huge blue and white and gray ocean above and ahead, and all around us.
One of the things I look forward to in this drive, is seeing these white giants.
At 70 mph (in Oregon) this time, made the trip a whole lot faster.
This new road trip-project had a great start. With a planned 10-hour trip each way, I was excited to get all that time for knitting. As long as Mark was happy driving. Which he did.
I had some time to play with our new camera too. A small, lighter one to carry around in the purse or pocket, which I left handy and used for all these photos. (I am happy how they turned out, but I think I should read the manual to know exactly how it works and not be surprised at what is happening while pressing the button! Oh… details.)
Sharing a book on tape I love hearing them laugh at unison, but not being able to hear what the story is all about. It makes me smile every time.
The Snake River. The dessert. The cement plant. The windmills. The vast land. The undulating hills. The long road. All are part of what will be our memories of this trip, this time around. Each time different, at different stages of our lives. This time, its own chapter, I know. Lucas’s car game.
My knitting growing with each minute that Mark drove us East. So thankful for this time.
Music. Audiobooks. Conversations. News. Snores. Silence. Sleepy eyes. Closed eyes. Open eyes. Questions. Answers. Jokes. Memories. Laughs. Stories.
Cities. Towns. Farms. Mills. Sugar factories. Car lots. New cars. Old cars. Tractors. Snow. Sand. Pebbles. Shacks. Homes. Cabins. 18-wheelers. Corvettes. Trucks. Mini Coopers. Trees. Rivers. Sage brush. Plantations. Bridges.
Greens. Grays. Blues. Blacks. Grays. Reds. Yellows. Sun. Clouds. Rain. Snow flakes. Clear skies. Wind. Calmness.
Freeways. Highways. Exits. Turns. Straights. Rest areas. Gas stations. Parks. Restrooms. Road side stop. Dirt roads.
Turn after turn. Hill after hill. Snow. Vastness.
And the snow is sparse but the air is fresh and thin and very large.
And right up on the edge of these mountains, we arrived to the first stop in our visit.