Driving

Eighteen hours.

That's how long we've been traveling today. Subtract an hour to visit a friend, lunch, supper, two bathroom breaks. Also add in about an hour for getting slightly lost.

So, it really shouldn't have taken that long. But all told, from the time we left our cabin in the woods, to the time when we checked into our hotel, it was eighteen hours.

Still, I remembered to look for beauty. The early dawn light highlighting the peaks of snowy mountains against a gray morning sky. Grain piled high—mountains of pale gold and rich amber kernels swirling together. Trees, trunks and leaves lit by the sun, standing in startling contrast against a stormy slate sky.

All this I saw at 65 mph.

But I saw it.

I was fretting that I wasn't going to get a photo today, but managed to snap hay bales in a field as my Mr. and I were swapping driving duties.

But the whole point of this blog was that I remember look for and see beauty.

And I did, even in the midst of a marathon day of travel.