The River

I still think a lot about the trip that my Dad and I took back in November 2017 through Utah. We were only gone for two days, but we planned out our sunrises and sunsets to guarantee that we were in different beautiful National Parks for each of them. We started out in Colorado at maybe 4 o'clock in the morning. It was cold and dark and I was terribly tired. I promptly fell asleep in the car as we left home. Our first stop was RIfle, CO. Neither of us knew where we wanted to stop for photos this morning. Neither of us knew anything about this town. But we did know that the Colorado River ran through it.

After a lackluster attempt at a campground pull-off we stopped in a hotel parking lot, jumped a fence, and found this beautiful scene. The sun was just kissing the tips of the mountains in the distance. I pulled my scarf that has been a long companion of mine, let down my hair, and just let the cold and scenery take me over. It was a beautiful sunrise. So pure and crisp and delicate. Sometimes it's nice to have a simple sunrise when you're embarking on a big trip.

This was a perfect way to start off my trip with my Dad.