I’m in Denver- just outside of it- 6 hours away from Telluride. Seems so far, right? I’m not too excited about the drive, it seems windy and loopy, lots of ups and downs, like a roller coaster. A slow, long, vomit inducing roller coaster. Also, I’ll be curious to see this Telluride, a place that so many seem to love but is basically one street in the middle of the mountains with no easy in or out. I already feel trapped. It’s interesting that there’s a successful film festival in a place that’s so difficult to reach. Maybe they’re all in places like this? Is Sundance way off the beaten path, too?
Anyway, I’m sure my update will be glowing and I’ll never want to leave, but for now, I’m only thinking about the drive through those mountains looming ahead. But! If you think the mountains are something, let me tell you about driving into a thunderstorm in the prairie- which I think describes Eastern Colorado. Driving into a thunderstorm in Eastern Colorado is like driving into Armageddon. It is awe inspiring, and it also makes you pray that this is not a tornado wall. Because a tornado wall might be the single worst thing I think I could witness or drive through. It was stunning, lightning flashes across a pink sky- the storm was rolling in during sunset across a few different spots. Just all that space, that wide open space and being able to see so far into the distance and maybe even a couple of different storms or one storm traveling across the sky. And the clouds so low you feel like they’re going to drop down and swallow you- so wide open but also closing in- like the ocean at night. So wide open you can hardly catch your breath.
After the storm.