Had a late flight last night. The phone rang at midnight, which is always a mild annoyance, but especially so on the last day of a 20 day block. I can't really give details, but consider this a life pro tip. If you live at sea level and you have a heart condition, don't plan to spend your summer at 8000+ feet of elevation. You'll die. The kind you don't get better from. It's amazing how much time we spend picking up after the poor life decisions of the moronic. Mainly alcoholics. Of course, I can't complain too much, since they are the reason I have a job, but the incredibly small part we play in helping children with cancer is monumentally more satisfying.
I guess that's a bad attitude, but life's frustrations have been building up recently. The boredom of everyday life. Too much sitting still. So it's time to go and do something, to go somewhere new. The road is calling, and I'm going to find out what it wants.
I left at dawn, hoping to get across the reservation quickly. Huge, dry and miserable. The first 90 miles to Shiprock are very smooth. Just south of town is the airport. No buildings, just a too-short stretch of broken 1950's asphalt. Today, there's also a King Air. One of ours collecting a patient. There is no escape, at least from a photo op.
From there it's across the state line to Durango, then up 550, the Million Dollar Highway, one of the best biking roads in the world. Lunch in Montrose, at the Horsefly Brewery (http://www.horseflybrewing.com/wp/), and The World is already seeming like a better place. But I have further to go. Much further. Want to see how far?