A placard dedicated to Zebulon Pike at the Pueblo River Walk in Pueblo, CO. This is the presumed area where Pike first laid eyes on what is now Pike's Peak.

The Jackson family cemetery at The Hermitage; east of Nashville, TN

Rural farmland in the Texas panhandle

Canyonlands National Park, Utah

Watching a spring thunderstorm develop in Southwestern South Dakota near highway 385.

The Grand Valley, western Colorado. Mt. Garfield on the left, the Grand Mesa on the right.

"The joy is in the journey, the struggle is part of the joy, and the final destination is not an end but another beginning of another journey." - Kathy Boyd Fellure

I have grown to love driving long distances every year that goes by. I find the road peaceful and relaxing. Jamming out to a good playlist while cruising down the highway with no care in the world except for getting from Point A to Point B safely is therapeutic to me. I am naturally a go-getter and have a difficult time resting and taking care of myself. I am constantly staying busy and moving around to keep the blood flow going. You can ask anyone who knows me, and they'll confirm this claim. I've been referred to as "pin ball" at previous jobs because one moment, I'm in the back of a room and two seconds later I'm at the front of the room. Give me another five seconds and I might be in a completely different room altogether before going back to Point A! It's ironic, isn't it? How can someone who can't stay in one place for more than five seconds have no issues with sitting in a car to go somewhere several hours away?