I am in Telluride, Colorado. I always remember the story that my dad told of how they would announce the city on the train as “to-hell-you-ride” and have to say that last night I felt as though I was in hell. Thanks to my sister she reminded me it’s not hell, it’s just Babylon. And thanks to her wise words and encouragement today was good and I feel better prepared for the rest of this trip. I am thankful for someone who encourages me in God and listens to me cry.