This trip, however, was characterized by the AMAZINGLY, BEAUTIFUL fall-colored, covered hills (honestly, God is such an amazing artist!). I'm going to show only the colors in this blog and finish off the rest of our trip to Ouray in a second blog.
I have so many pictures to show you because every turn in the road presented another spectacular view. I hope you find the breathtaking beauty as spectacular as we did!
The song that comes to mind is "The Hills Are Alive". Why don't you sing along with me?
The hills are alive with the sound of music with songs they have sung for a thousand years.
The hills fill my heart with the sound of music; my heart wants to sing every song it hears.
My heart wants to sigh like the chime that flies from a church on a breeze.
My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lakes to the trees.
To laugh like a brook when it trips and falls over stones on its way.
To sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.
I go to the hills when my heart is lonely; I know I will hear what I've heard before.
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music and I will sing once more.
Isaiah 55:12
For you will go out with joy and be led forth with peace; the mountains and the hills will break forth into shouts of joy before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
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