Cross Country

We traveled West to East today. Getting up at 5:30am was rough – dark, cold, goodbyes to be said. Baby thought it all a grand adventure, and it is hard to be grumpy, even early in the morning, with a laughing baby spitting raspberries at you.

I took this picture as we left the crazy beautiful Arizona landscape behind. Don’t the mountains sort of look like thick, wrinkled desert skin? So dead, but still so alive.

I intended to match it with a Virginia shot on this end as we came in for landing, but they de-iced the plane before we took off from our Chicago layover and the orange gooey streaks stayed on the window. Just as well, at this time of year the eastern vista is somewhat grim.

It is cold here and I miss my parents. But it is good to be home.