Anytime you have a three hour layover you find yourself either bored or complentative...
It's so easy to forget how hard a place the intermountain West is. A foot of rain a year, highs well above 100, lows routinely well below 0. It's a hard place, full of good hearted, hard people and vast places a man can be alone with his thoughts.
The West for much of the year is a study in hues of brown. Coyote brown, earth brown, sand brown, and 60 more I recognize but may not be able to put a Crayola Crayon name to. I appreciate the relentlessness of Nature. This time of year the hues of green battle bravely the harshness of the world they've been born into to not go quietly into the night of those shades of brown.
Mountain sides lush with growth, fighting the growing heat rising from the valley and the snow filled valleys above to complete the cirlce that is life.
