Travelling days are always overwhelming, the landscape changes so fast and it takes a second to re-orientate and catch your breath. At the end of the day you have a strange feeling of having done nothing and way too much all at once.

Salida slid away from our present and soon we were leaving the mountains: to my excitement and Dylan’s sorrow. Wehad to stop for a second to get photos of Dylan in front of Dillon pinnacles, then away from frozen lakes, snow drifts and hopefully below freezing cold.

Colour began returning to the landscape, my heart skipped at the sight of a scraggly patch of oh so green grass. an out of control bonfire raged filling the sky with Turneresque smoke. Trees began to bud and leaf as we rolled by and then an aching desolate flatness before the canyons began in all their glorious sunset colours. We drove down a smaller road, beside a river, ranches in a canyon what a life! Then a campground with a carpet of purple flowers, spring I could taste it, but it was still oh so cold.

What’s your favourite season?