Cars flew by us like a Nascar racetrack. The traffic lasted ages. The road seemed non-ending. Though we knew staying in the middle lane was the wisest course of action, there comes a time when you must stop. My husband inched over to the right lane. The movement resembled closing our eyes and facing a bull head-on, because no one allowed enough room for about 56 feet of rig to pull to the side. I feel sure God widened a spot for us. We made it, stopped, got back on the track, and survived Denver to go on to our destination.
|Mountains to the west of Denver with my husband and my Aurora, Colorado daughter. Notice the pines.|
That race track of Denver traffic, not unlike what we encounter when we go through Dallas, reminds me of the fast pace of our life. I stood at the edge of 6 lanes of hurling vehicles and asked, "Where is everyone going so fast?
|Fishing Bridge RV Park in Yellowstone National Park|
Life is short. Most of us move with more speed than a rocket ship on the way to the moon. Thank God for vacations that slow us so we stop and smell the pine trees. Some never take vacations. Some never pause to enjoy life. Some don't stop and smell the roses in their own backyards.
Denver, Colorado is a beautiful city, nestled at the foot of high mountain peaks. The downtown area offers much history to enjoy. Small lakes dot the landscape of the city. To the west,, the area teams with wildlife, pine trees, and unsurpassable beauty. And, even snow in October as you see in my picture above.
If Denver traffic tell us anything, it's that we need to slow down and appreciate what we have. Standing beside Highway 25 and watching all those fast-moving people reminds me to enjoy the blessings God gives us and when we find ourselves getting too busy, to find a pine tree and inhale.