Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Friday, August 05, 2011
Cool train moments (and a token famous landmark) in the Black Hills.
Our visit spanned from 3:00 p.m. one day to 9:30 a.m. the next. Definitely a whirlwind trip past Mt Rushmore and over the river and through the woods to home sweet home.