I Thought I Lived in the Country!

Last night Jon and I voluntarily, and without any pressure, traveled over 70 miles to attend a barn party.  We passed four barns on our road, probably another 50 barns on Highway 14 and dozens more before we arrived a particular barn iEast of Briggsdale.  Uh, that's Briggsdale, Colorado. 

As Jon drove and drove and drove, I had to keep saying silently to myself..."Life's a journey, not a destination, enjoy the journey not the destination".  I may have lost contact with reality for several miles during that drive through the prairie.  To make matters more complicated it was a celebration of country folk we really didn't know but was hosted by a man that worked for Jon at one time at his parents place.  Can you get anymore random than that?

Focusing on the journey and not whether we were going to run out of gas prior to our arrival, we saw huge herds of antelope jumping pasture fences effortlessly.  We saw a lone hawk resting his talons on an old wooden gait by the roadside.  We even captured a rainbow at the end of the narrow highway.  We turned south on this dirt road and then went east on that dirt road as I started to question the intelligence of our GPS lady droning on the background.  I must admit, though  I actually enjoyed the ride in the truck.  (I have to admit  alsoI was thinking, at least initially - if we get lost then we won't have time to get to a party where I don't know a soul) An additional benefit of course, Jon has to listen to me go on and on about the most random things because he has no escape route at 60 miles per hour! 

The country folk at the barn party were wonderful and welcoming and by the time we left the celebration I felt like we were immediate family.  Not a bad way to spend a Saturday night in the way out there country.