Mountainside Drives and Conference Calls
Mountainside Drives and Conference Calls
Yesterday I said goodbye to the Gila National Forest and the cute little casita I holed up in for three days and said hello to the most DARLING casita off of Rt. 66. But let's talk about that drive.
I was anxious all week about checking out there, heading into the mountains, and trying to find someplace to take my call with the SVP of my division. You don't stand up an SVP when they've had you on the calendar for a month, I don't care if you have to climb up a mountain to get a signal. I created a plan and a backup plan (and yes, a backup to a backup plan) but landed on the side of a mountain in the Apache Forest in four inches of snow. Not a single issue, thank God. It was a good meeting with a great view.
Those views...I just can't stop gushing about them. There was this one section that truly looked like Heaven but there wasn't a spot to pull off without having to go into on-coming traffic. I'm not risking it, no way. But I was sure to glance at it as much as I could and...wow. This wasn't a large hill, this was a full-on mountain. Miles down the road I came to a curve and you could see the mountain I'd just driven through.
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