I hadn't been out of the Midwest in quite awhile. Most of my trips recently have consisted on places less than a days drive, or even simply day trips. I have missed the feeling of being far away from home, in a different time zone, and being able to see the stars at night. We traveled to the Rocky Mountains the end of July, and I couldn't have been happier that I went.
I stayed for awhile in Estes Park, which is home to many tourist attractions, taffy stores, and right by the Rocky Mountain National Park. I did some hiking, went up to the Continental Divide, and drink lots of Colorado craft beers. We drove to Boulder for a day and I found the most amazing second hand book store (where I purchased "Valley of the Dolls", which I have yet to finish).
Later in the week and many hours away, we headed deep up the mountains to Silverton, a tiny high elevation mining town. It was raining as we arrived, and the mountains were completely covered in fog. It was so beautiful and reminded me of the misty mountains from "The Hobbit". The town was everything that I wish of when I become tried of city life at times; it had mainly dirt roads, old-fashioned saloons, and the ability to see the whole town from the main street. I've always known I have a soft spot for small towns, and staying there reassured that feeling.
Taking this trip to the mountains made me long for graduation. The time is coming so soon where I won't be tied to one location anymore. There is a whole world out there I could call my home.