Diary in pictures

Crossing the Colorado border

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
...

I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

- Alfred Lord Tennyson, Crossing the Bar.

Rest area at the Colorado border, i70 

Behold

Clouds are a warm sheep blanket

Fly away

Kansas highway with Colorado mountains (barely, barely, barely...) visible on the horizon.

Cue desert rock music

Cookie Manstar, just 'cause. *shrug* 'Look into these eyes, and see that they are Googly!'

Googly eyes

Ulix, being a Polar Bar.

Limon library, CO.