Rocky Mountain Low

My buddy Craig Monday is a great country writer here in town. Check out one of his songs here. He told me this ridiculous story:

Several months ago, he planned on taking a road trip without really knowing where he was going. He rented a car and drove out of Nashville and he ended up in St Louis. The way he tells the story is that when he got there he met several people and they found out that he was a writer. They asked him to drive up to where they live and do a concert for them in Northwestern Missouri. He said the concert went well and that he sold some CD's but after the show he got in his car and decided to keep driving down to Kansas City. When he got there, he thought to himself, "I've never seen the Rocky Mountains". So....from Kansas City he makes the turn on Interstate 70 for the 600 mile overnight jaunt over to Denver. In the middle of Kansas, he started talking with his girlfriend on the phone. They got into an argument over something and had a heated conversation for a few hours and then an hour and a half into Colorado, his phone died and he didn't have his charger with him.

Picture this...It's 4:30 in the morning. He pulls off on an exit from the interstate gripping the steering wheel tightly because he's angry. He is probably 30 minutes away from the sun coming up behind him and shining it's glorious light on the majestic Rocky Mountains and what does he do?

He says, "I'm not seeing the Rocky Mountains mad". He gets back on the interstate going the opposite way and drives 1100 miles all the way home.

...and never looked back.