I watched the landscape as it streamed past our van. The cement barriers of Denver gave way to oceans of sagebrush. All my life I had driven these roads, taking my surroundings for granted. This was Colorado to me, my home I know so well, of course anywhere else seems more exciting. Perhaps this is wrong. As we drove I stared at the world with new eyes. I paid attention to the colors, the houses, and the wire fences. The drive is unique and although I had seen it many times before, it had been blurred. With new attentiveness I attempted to view the road with clear vision.