To read the previous part: AHA 20 Deep: Zion
We woke up to a hot and steamy morning in Utah. After going for a run through a random small city and riding around the campground with some random kids on those weird leaning back bikes, Christian, AHA and I were off once again. Destination? My friend and her family’s residence in Colorado.
It took Christian and me eight long hours to get to our destination in Colorado. This is because we were eager to see our friends. On our way there, Christian and I were able to observe the immensity of the Colorado Rockies. They are large and innumerable. In addition to our eyes being exhausted by observing the incomprehensible beauty, our feet was another part of our body that was exhausted. This is because we would have to slam on the accelerator pedal on the way up the mountains and keep a steady foot tap on the brake pedal as we drove all the way down the mountains.
Right before Christian and I arrived at our friend’s house, we made a quick bathroom stop at McDonalds. My motivation was to having to avoid the awkwardness of being welcomed by our hosts, but not being able to give long, holistic hugs because my need to piss would have taken priority over everything else that is good and beautiful in the universe. We were welcomed by our hosts with wide open arms, loud voices and incredible food! I think our meal for the evening was cheeseburgers with blue cheese mixed in with the meat. In addition to that, there were homemade French fries! I can’t remember if that was the meal for the first night or for the second night. Regardless of what day it was, it was AMAZING! Shout out to B-Mom! Christian and I remained in CO from Wednesday to Friday morning. We got to sleep in, eat amazing food and most importantly, spent incredible time with amazing people! Christian and I had the blessed opportunity to engage in the paradise of nature for the entire duration of the trip. Here in CO, we were able to engage in the paradise of relationship. It cannot be denied that it is stepping out when one drives halfway across the country. Yet, it also cannot be denied that adventure is found in relationships. Consider the times in which you are suffering and the only thing you desire to do is to be with other people who can build you up. Consider the fact that the most memorable trips occur when others are traveling with you. Why are the majority of songs about love and relationships?
People and relationships are adventures. This is a revolutionary message that I have had to learn through continual chiseling of my mind and spirit. When I was younger and when I lived in my hometown, Woodstock, I had no desire to remain where I was. I was yearning to escape and to leave to find adventure on the other side of the world. This desire has not left me. But, after years of reconciliation bombarding me and my broken relationships, I absolutely love returning to Woodstock. My desire to travel is still present, but I now find adventure in spending time with the people that have worked so hard to show me love.
For those of you who welcomed Christian and I into your house in CO, you know who you are and I want to say to you guys that I love you so much. Thank you for being hospitable and creating a place of rest for us weary travelers. Thank you for feeding us and thank you for making AHA squeaky clean. Thank you for loving us. For the others that welcomed Christian and I (specifically our cousins out in Indiana), Christian and I would like to express our deepest gratitude. Yes we did enjoy touring through all the crazy beauty throughout the country, but one of the most memorable experiences of the trip was visiting you guys and hearing from you about your lives and observing your eccentric and comical room decorations. Thank you for the pickled green beans. They were a savior staple of our diet when our bowels were getting screwed by the excessive peanut butter and Nutella sandwiches. Thank you for loving us. We love you guys so much.
Christian and I hauled our butts from CO to CT in 35 hours. We left CO at 9 am on Friday morning and arrived back in Woodstock at 8pm on Saturday night. We blew through Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York and Connecticut all in 35 hours. I feel like that should be included in the Guinness Book of World Records. We arrived back in Woodstock, grateful to see our family and excited to tell them about what had transpired in the past 11 days.
To read the final part: AHA 20 Deep: Concluding Remarks