Today I'm on the road in my home state of Colorado. The road we're on is a very familiar stretch of Interstate 70 from my home town of Grand Junction to Denver. I've literally traveled it every year since I've been born.

Some of my earliest memories happened here; like listening to and singing along with a Sesame Street tape with my sister as we went over Eisenhower Pass. We were on our way to a Denver Nuggets game (I think), when Alex English took them to the playoffs for the last time in my childhood.  Today my girlfriend and I are traveling with her father to Kansas for a wedding and to see her ailing grandfather.

The reasons for making this journey may have changed since I was young, but the views remain largely unchanged. River-sculpted sandstone cliffs give way to spectacular snow-capped peaks and rolling meadows with the now frequent sight of new giant ski lodges.