Royal Gorge

Yesterday Kelsey and I took a train ride through an area called The Royal Gorge. It wasn’t a basic train ride, either. This train offered a first-class car, dining car, bar car, the whole deal. Plus, it has an outdoor observation deck.

Even though we had a “Ferris Bueller’s Teacher” type of narrator, the stories of how railroads got built in the old west really was interesting. And the sights were incredible, too. 1,000-foot cliffs made it feel like we were riding in a hallway, and we got to see white-water rafters in the river, too. Not to mention a suspension bridge at the very top of the gorge…

The afternoon capped off with a two-hour rainstorm that couldn’t have sounded better from the comfort of our room with the windows open and dropping the temperature 20 degrees.

Then, this morning, a Bible study on Jeremiah 35 on the deck at the foothills of a retired ski resort. Did I mention that it was 55 degrees outside?

Sometimes I think I undervalue the idea of vacation and rest. Even if this is a “working” vacation.