May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
May God be with you and bless you:
May you see your children’s children.May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the warm rays of sun fall upon your home
And may the hand of a friend always be near.May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
I hope it is not disingenuous to wish ourselves this Irish blessing but I am doing it anyway. We leave in a few minutes for another grand, cross country adventure with our airplane. This time we are headed to the Tetons for some much needed R&R, followed by a couple of days of business in Lost Wages Las Vegas.
Once before, I flew across the Rockie mountains, but that trip hardly counts because I crossed where they are “low.” In 1988, I flew my Piper Archer from Long Beach, CA, to Manchester, NH. I crossed at the south end of the range, between Phoenix and Albuquerque. This time, we are going into the high country and I am looking for gorgeous photos.
As a flatlander, this is an exciting trip. For a change, the road is, literally, rising up to meet us.
Today is the longest day of the trip, seven hours in the air, nine hours total with two fuel/food/rest stops. We will end in Lander, WY, nestled up against this side of the Wind River range of the Rockies.
Tomorrow morning, we should have a beautiful flight up into Jackson Hole with the sun lighting the eastern face of the Tetons.
