I went to the mountains, y'all!
I haven't traveled out of Texas much in my life. Not nearly as much as I'd have liked to. For one, I'm afraid to fly. {I know, I know...} So that kind of limits things. But I'm working on it. Secondly, time and money are always an issue. But I have been lucky enough to visit a few places I'd always wanted.
Like the mountains. Didn't really matter which. Living in South Texas for nearly all my life, I've only ever really experienced flat, sand-based land, with the occasional rolling hill. Living in the Hill Country for a few years exposed me to hills that seemed like mountains compared to my almost-sea-level "homeland." But I've never really seen true mountains.
Until my 30th birthday.
Well, actually, a couple of days before, but you get the idea, haha.
By my hubby's sheer determination, we made the 2-day trek to Denver a few days before my birthday. We decided to not do a straight drive and stopped over in Amarillo for the night on the first day.
And I'm super glad we did because on our way on Day 2, we spotted the Capulin Volcano in New Mexico, and I had. to. stop!
By the time we reached the volcano, we were looking at a snow shower blowing in, but we didn't care. Well, maybe a little. I think secretly both of these South Texans were a little worried about driving in the snow, haha!
But the volcano was amazing. Not just because it was a volcano that I was on top of (!!!) but also because that's probably the highest I have been up until that point in my life, and it was so scary and exhilarating at the same time! Words cannot even describe the view, and pictures certainly don't capture it, although I tried.
