It has been weeks since I have posted. Blame it on the start of school and my brain being on overload. I think about it daily, but never get there.
Interestingly, I joined my husband for a documentary this evening and it happened to be on John Denver. I have always loved John's songs with the stories he told and the melodies he carried on his guitar. I also remember how he tragically died at an early age in an airplane crash. As the documentary progressed, the date of his death came up and the anniversary happens to be today. He died in 1997 at the age of 53.
Several years ago, I remember walking along the beautiful, foggy beaches of Monterey, California. I can remember how shocked I was when my family and I came across a marker on a rock commemorating the sudden loss of John Denver. I don't recall that I knew where he had died until our morning walk.
As a Colorado native, his songs are calling card to the beauty of our state. He was a long time resident of Aspen, Colorado, long before it ever became the ski town it is today. Each time I hear one of his songs, I remember how much I enjoy his music. As I watched the documentary, I learned more about his interest in both space and NASA and the oceans with his time spent with Jacque Cousteau.
I am surprised that this commemorative rock is in my collection. It is an obscure location, but one worth remembering. My own personal travel lesson is to always be open to where the day might take you. There are surprises around every corner and many are worth reflecting upon!