Hiked in Palo Duro again today. It’s one of my retirement perks—to experience regularly pleasures once available only sporadically.
Anyway, looking northeast where Highway 207 crosses the canyon at its widest, I was reminded how much I love wide open spaces (no, this blog is not about the Dixie Chicks).
Not sure why. Maybe it’s inherited from frontier ancestors who saw in them wide possibilities, wide opportunities, maybe a wideness to hope itself.
I hope they do that for me.
And, whether in the canyon-lands of northwest Texas or the San Juan Range in southwestern Colorado, wide open spaces call me to explore and discover, to make my life wider not narrower.
I need to see them often.