FJRfarrier
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Dreaming with my eyes wide open
I heard this song while I was cruising along the highway and found it fitting for my current feelings.
And with a big milestone coming up in the month of June, I knew I wanted to go somewhere special. And where do I love so much? Colorado! I love the views, I love the weather, I love the mountains, I love the roads. And I have a friend, who recently lost his wife, who lives in the mountains. And I knew he could use a friend. So I blocked out 8 days on my calendar, and made no other plans. Totally abnormal for me.
I packed late Tuesday night after a full day and evening of clients…
And headed out early Wednesday, June 12th, morning- about 7:15am.
Headed north on the interstate to get up to Toledo to catch the toll road, 80/90, to head west.
Spotwalla Link HERE
Cruising along… and I spot a low flying plane. It was a crop duster! He pulled up, buzzed overhead, turned around, and went back down on the field next to the highway. Was cool to ride beside him for a bit while he was low on the field and spraying.
Made it to Indiana. Made it to Illinois. Made it around Chicago. Somewhere I got wet.
7 hours later I was pulling into the driveway of Antique Archeology, in Davenport, Iowa.
Hung out there for a bit, looked around, bought a sticker and a window cling. Watched and listened to a storm brewing above me. Waited for it to pass a bit (no rain though).
Then jumped back on the interstate, made it across Iowa, entered Nebraska, and decided to land at a hotel in Lincoln Nebraska. I chose the hotel because it was within walking distance from a Cracker Barrel. Yum! Cool motorcycle dealership next door too. I looked in the windows as I was walking to dinner and back.
14 hours, 800 miles, and a timezone change. And I realized I hadn’t packed my bag efficiently. So I repacked everything…
I heard this song while I was cruising along the highway and found it fitting for my current feelings.
Due to making some changes last summer, I was actually able to take days off in mid-June. (farm wouldn’t allow taking days off during breeding season)“When the world becomes a fantasy
And you're more than you could ever be
'Cause you're dreaming with your eyes wide open
And we know we can't be go back again
To the world that we were living in
'Cause we're dreaming with our eyes wide open
So, come alive!”
And with a big milestone coming up in the month of June, I knew I wanted to go somewhere special. And where do I love so much? Colorado! I love the views, I love the weather, I love the mountains, I love the roads. And I have a friend, who recently lost his wife, who lives in the mountains. And I knew he could use a friend. So I blocked out 8 days on my calendar, and made no other plans. Totally abnormal for me.
I packed late Tuesday night after a full day and evening of clients…
And headed out early Wednesday, June 12th, morning- about 7:15am.
Headed north on the interstate to get up to Toledo to catch the toll road, 80/90, to head west.
Spotwalla Link HERE
Cruising along… and I spot a low flying plane. It was a crop duster! He pulled up, buzzed overhead, turned around, and went back down on the field next to the highway. Was cool to ride beside him for a bit while he was low on the field and spraying.
Made it to Indiana. Made it to Illinois. Made it around Chicago. Somewhere I got wet.
7 hours later I was pulling into the driveway of Antique Archeology, in Davenport, Iowa.
Hung out there for a bit, looked around, bought a sticker and a window cling. Watched and listened to a storm brewing above me. Waited for it to pass a bit (no rain though).
Then jumped back on the interstate, made it across Iowa, entered Nebraska, and decided to land at a hotel in Lincoln Nebraska. I chose the hotel because it was within walking distance from a Cracker Barrel. Yum! Cool motorcycle dealership next door too. I looked in the windows as I was walking to dinner and back.
14 hours, 800 miles, and a timezone change. And I realized I hadn’t packed my bag efficiently. So I repacked everything…