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.