Blessings in Disguise

Journal entry, 7/12/13



So here I am, sitting underneath a tarp in one of the biggest rainstorms I've experienced in Colorado, with some of my best friends, and all I can think is "there's no place I'd rather be." The lake-fork of the Gunnison river rushes quietly by, and the only sound aside from the distinct pitter-patter of rain is the occasional distant rumbling of thunder, that rides down the sides of the mountains around us and resonates into the valley. As the bed of fallen pine needles sifts below me with the wind, and rain drops find their way into my face, I'm reminded of how dry it's been recently. The burn ban's been going strong ever since all of those wild fires to the east. The image of dark gray smoke rolling of the Great Divide is still seared into my mind. I remember the fear of having to evacuate the camp staying in my mind through the night. Even though the rain might be a bit of a dampener on an over-night camp out, I hope it helps the fires. As the rain pours down, I"m humbled by the little things in life, and the bigger picture around me; the rain is a blessing in disguise.