I've finally made the drive to Colorado. Last Tuesday, I packed up my car and started driving. I signed up and was accepted to one of the Mountain Festivals, taking place Labor Day weekend. Colorado has always been a state I've wanted to visit. Growing up with skiing every weekend in Winter, the state of Colorado came up quite often. I wanted to see it for myself.
Before I left, I did do a little research, most importantly, finding out about the elevation. I live nearly at sea level. The town of Breckenridge is 9,600 feet above sea level. I was a little nervous. After being in Sun Valley last month, I knew I needed to take it much slower than I usually do. Another 4,000 feet above sea level. I packed my hiking boots and I have my mountain bike on the back of my car. I have already biked very slowly through town and marveled at the beauty of this mountain town. Taking it very, very slow, drinking 1 gallon of water every day and enjoying autumn's first color changes.
There are many reasons that I travel and one of the reasons is to experience a new place. See how other people live. See the country and how dynamically different it can be from where I live. On the road, out of my own habitual life, my mind opens and new thoughts, ideas, realizations will suddenly appear to me. When I had my first night at high altitude, I stayed over in Everston, Wyoming. Extremely vivid dreams, in color, that I actually remembered! What a treat. Dreams can be disturbing at times also, but can also be revealing, confirming and surprising. When I am in my own bed at home, I may dream, but I certainly do not wake up and remember anything.
I tried to get a good night's sleep last night and I did, but I woke up at 4 a.m., a time in which I never would think to stay awake. I did today. I will tomorrow. After talking with other artists who have been travelling to shows for years, I have realized that driving 700-800 miles in a day is not out of the question. If I wake up early enough, if I drink enough water, and just enough caffeine, I can drive further. Usually, I like to take it slow, but I will try it this time. I live 1,333 miles from this town of Breckenridge, Colorado. It is so much closer than I thought. It is just a change in perspective.
One more day of the Mountain Festival in Breckenridge and I will be on my way back home. I have already been lining up shows in my mind for a return to Colorado in 2018.