In the Midwest, there are
no mountains. No really, it’s true. Flat prairie, and miles and miles of farm
land connect one city to the next and are some of the most beautiful sights in
the world to me. But that fact also means that when I do encounter mountains, I
am awestruck.
The roadtrip between Las Vegas,
Nevada and Palm Springs, California
provide just such an experience.
Even with terrible traffic, terrible hangovers from the Vegas
NYE celebrations the night before, and terribly cramped conditions for the 5 of
us, I found a retreat in the glow of skyline.
Fused between the sunset and the mountains, was just that
perfect sense of awe.
