Traffic Blessings

I'm back home after 2 1/2 weeks in Colorado visiting family with my kiddos.  It was long enough that I could "just be" rather than scurry off to the next event.  Glorious.  More pictures to come.

I had to drive through Denver on my way.  A fender-bender closed four lanes of traffic (I have no idea how they managed that) and backed up traffic for a good hour.  This mountain girl was feeling pretty claustrophobic.  Then, I saw him...

He was watching the traffic start and stop with the "I'm watching but I'm only half interested" look only a mule can have.  His head would occasionally vanish only to pop back with a new mouthful of hay.  I wished I could just hop on his back, weave through all those stopped cars and head for the hills.  He made me laugh and feel a little more at home in that big 'ol city.

Yesterday, when driving through "The Park" (as everyone calls it), the mule came to my mind as a great herd of buffalo backed up paranoid tourists, undoubtedly chuckling under their buffalo beards at the chaos they were creating.  I punched my steering wheel and wished someone would just drive through the herd - they WILL move, folks. 

But then I had to stop and give thanks that this is the only traffic issue I face on any sort of regular basis. 
So I grabbed a snack and tried to look disinterested like my friend mule.

  

I'll take tourist rage over road rage any day.