I love driving, a trait I picked up from my folks.

Sometimes for seemingly unapparent reasons, glimpses of roads, stretches of highway pop into my head. For a while now I felt that I should record them, and so it begins:

 

3/12/18 A stretch of I-70, Colorado, east of Glenwood Springs:
There was a diner we stopped into for milkshakes. When I first moved to Denver, I worked in a law firm and became friendly with two gals in HR/Recruiting. Sarah, Katie and I took a road trip to Glenwood Springs for bike/hike to Hanging Lake and soak in the springs. The glimpse was from the drive home. We listened to comedy on the way home.