I never like leaving the mountains. The drive home always feels long, even though I know that the milage is just the same as driving to the mountains. It's usually an esier drive - it's generally downhill (you know, coming from the mountains and all), and more often than not, the wind is at your back.
Today was no different. I don't like leaving the mountains. I have a lot of fun here.
Today's picture is from Holly, who was riding shotgun. It was an interesting drive home - Lukah was sick (like, barfing into a bag in the back seat kind of sick), and we scored ourselved a nice little chip in the windshield while passing a freight truck. Ah well, I guess the car isn't "new" anymore.