Our minds and hearts often exploded with joy as we became immersed in the scenes. At times, we were one with the mystical silence and landscape. "Suddenly, we started climbing and climbing until I felt we couldn't go higher. GERONIMO! I cried yet still we climbed. The road became so narrow and steep that I began to think we might begin to go backward. We down-shifted again. When we crossed Ten Sleep Creek, I peered out my window looking for snow pack. It was summer. Still we climbed, higher and higher. The clouds became bigger-and closer. The blue, bright sky blue...and rich forest green encompassed us. Had we passed over? Were we on the other side? Dreamcatcher downshifted and climbed some more. Dear Lord, if my ears hadn't popped earlier, I would have listened for the choir of angel voices. We passed through Big Horn, Sitting Bull, and climbed higher. The air got thinner, the water became purer, the sun brighter. Still we climbed. There were no people. There was no pollution. There was no barrier between us and God. We climbed higher. The road narrowed. The blue faded into grey. We were in the clouds and heaven bound."
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