I've made quite the change in altitude since my last post, having gone from sea level on Cape Cod and driving all the way to the Rocky Mountains. I didn't fare as well this high up as I normally do, but after almost two weeks here, I can get out for a good hike and not feel like I've done 10 times that effort afterward.
While I was back east saying my goodbyes, I had a Tibetan friend stop over for a few days. We didn't know we were living so close to each other at the time, but as they say: It's a small world! I hadn't seen him since two years ago when I was in Tibet myself, so it was a nice surprise. His English has improved very much since then, and it made me happy to see him more easily express himself in this language.
(Looking back now, I miss that ocean! I have many wonderful memories there, like I do of all the places I have lived and visited.)
The drive west went by quickly. I think the more cross-country trips you make, the faster they seem to go. I stopped for a day or two at my aunt's in Ohio, then my parents' in Kansas, and finally on through to Colorado.
Today, I was chatting with a "neighbor" a ways down the road, as I had stopped by their multi-family yard sale, about how lovely it is in the summertime here. With it being the weekend, plenty of visitors were taking advantage of that: we had a running road race this morning, along with an air and water show after that-- one of my favorite spectator activities. No, I wouldn't appreciate being inside one of those acrobatic aircraft, but it sure is fascinating to watch.
