After almost a year of planning and dreaming and praying and hoping, Metal Retreat 2013 is just around the corner. Part of me can’t believe it – but other parts of me, such as my back and quads and glutes, are very much in touch with the reality of having packed and carried half my studio downstairs so it could be loaded in my car. Many, many thanks go to Kimmy’s husband, Chris Rockett, for working in that special realm of 3D spatial visualization and getting everything we wanted to take into the car. It’s like tournament-level Tetris in 3D. Unreal. But he did it. Amazing.
At the crack of dawn this morning – and after the obligatory stop at Starbucks to spend some of the birthday gift card my sweet sister-in-law sent me – Kimmy and I hit the road. It was a stunning day for it.
There is something unutterably moving to me about those extraordinary vistas. I see God’s hand so clearly, and my heart lifts at the beauty of it all. There was a stretch of Route 285 in Texas where there was literally nothing for hours – no towns, no rest stops, just expansive skies and broad plains and the occasional ranch gate and dirt driveway. It was breathtaking.
Though I will admit that at a certain point in the day, our butts were just tired. So we pulled over, opened the car doors, cranked up the music, and danced on the side of the road to give our legs a stretch. It must have looked odd because a very nice cowboy pulled over in his truck to make sure we weren’t having car trouble. HA!
We ended the day with a beautiful sunset and an Expedia hotel deal of epic proportions that was just what the doctor ordered.
We’re now tucked up in bed with pretzels and a little wine after a lovely soak in the hot tub and a dip in the pool. Sigh. Back on the road tomorrow. And I promise that my selection of this hotel had nothing whatsoever to do with the Starbucks conveniently located at the end of the driveway.