|Several days before leaving our home in Crested Butte Colorado,|
we awaken to another big snow storm. Beautiful as it was we were anxious to get on the road
in a few days and not anxious to travel in bad weather. After all it was mid-May.
As we drove down the valley towards Gunnison I was fascinated by the play of light and shadows between the clouds and mountains.
But further south the cows were quite happy grazing in the fields
and looked threatening. As the hail started we kept tuned to the news channel to stay abreast of what was happening just south of us in Oklahoma. It wasn't good!! Trying to take refuge from the hail, under the overpasses, along with other vehicles, we were chased out by the police.
flags. Seeing motorcycles on the highway decked out in red, white and blue we finally saw where they were going. Passing one small town we saw the street lined with American flags and a procession forming as vehicles exited the highway. Had we had time we would have joined them.