Monday morning, my dad, his girlfriend, and my cousin rode their motorcycles up into Payson for breakfast. My dad's girlfriend's son and I followed in a car. We drove through some beautiful country. My heart always soars when it realizes it's surrounded by mountains. Granted, the Mogollan Rim doesn't have the pine-coated peaks of the Uintas, but I still loved the drive. There was a series of peaks with heart-shaped talus piles. Instead of trees, the mountains sported bushes. I miss mountains.
Listening to: Supernatural
Reading: Harry Potter y la piedra filosofal