Waking up in Muskogee is not really that easy. We shower, pack, exit the door of our room and have to think about which way the elevator might be. Too many hotel rooms. We drive through a rainy Tulsa, then Wichita and the left turn onto I-70 at Salina. The road seems long.
There is absolutely nothing like the sky in Colorado. It seems to change as we cross the border. More blue, clearer, higher, and home-like. We all four cheer when brown wooden sign says, "Welcome to Colorful Colorado."
We live in a wonderful country, a great and beautiful land. A land of heroes and lovers of freedom, and it is ours if only we will be good stewards of what the good Lord has bestowed on us.
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