the story has part 2 for some reason. My inner soul is singing a bright melody. I think it's you singing one of Barbara Streisa

Streisand's classical songs to me. Those are so beautiful they pull at my heart strings.We're staying in Montrose tonight. The hotel is not fancy but it has a pool. Casey and I swimming this evening at the hotel pool. We always have to get a hotel with a pool. We're not campers, even though I enjoy it myself, the rest of the family doesn't so wedon't. The air is so cool here at night, that you have to stay under the water to stay warm. I'm showing Casey how to dive tonight. I've started with a simple jackknife, then we did flips and twists. I've always wanted to do fancy dives. But it's so cold out of the water, that we hurry up our dives. Casey's turning blue so I've wrapped her up in a towel and we're going in for a nice hot shower. Boy this warm soapy shower feels good, wish you were here again. Must get some sleep tonight, Goodnite sweetheart! Tomorrows password is "valleys" Sent with a big, big, big hug! meJuly 12, 1990I wrote "Today were traveling across the mountains going toSalida. Just enjoying the scenery. We stopped at an Indian villageand visited some craft shops. There was a big reservoir along theway. Such a large beautiful blue lake. About a mile up too. Manypeople fishing, but we're just hikers. We took the trail around thelake. There were beautiful wildflowers. I found a small one thatspoke to me and said take me back to one you love. So, I put it inmy pocket. I hope I don't crush it during my walking and sitting.One of those mountain rain storms came through during ourwalk. We all got a little wet. I smiled when I remembered anotherstory of a rain storm. I think I was at Yellowstone during thatone. It's late afternoon now. And we're visiting a ghost town.Where once gold and silver were mined. The old buildings onceheld many people, all with stories to tell. Forever silent now. Onlythe wind is whistling through the broken windows. The sun is onlywarm now as it sets and we reach Salida. Casey and Mitchell aregetting excited about tomorrow's raft trip.The evening settles on this small town, a town where they roll up the sidewalks at 9pm. I was standing outside at 8:30 MST thinking of you. I think we were together in thought, at least I felt some connection in spirit. Tomorrow's password is "whitewater". I love you tonight! Me"Grace wrote on Thurs July 12 : 6:00 amHere I am peeking at the next day again, Oops, two days... Well, I couldn't stand not being able to talk to you this morning when you called so I am grabbing all the words from you I can find. Thanks for sharing all this week with me. I want to return this to you so you may have it Monday or Tuesday. Every night about this time the clouds come and roll around about making noise and threatening to rain. But, no rain comes. It's a dry North Carolina summer again. Not many sweet drops of rain on our shoulders. Plenty of summer breezes though.Been listening to Christmas music to cool off. I'm working on a rendition of one of Mannheim Steamroller's Christmas pieces for you, changing the words.... hmmmm...... Also listening to Lionel Ritchie's music you sent.I love you much.See you in a few weeks.I have a helluva lot to do between now and then..Grace sent a postcard to me about July 21st, 1990. The postcard has a picture of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, Virginia on the front. Inside the card it says "Chesapeake Bay Bridge tunnel, Virginia - Looking south from the North Channel Bridge, the highest point along the 17.6 mile span." Grace writes "The impossible is made possible. A dream turns into design and achievement. We can all build bridges to unforeseeable destinations on the edge of the horizon. We can bridge the gaps of space and consequences... of things that keep us apart...July 13, 1990I wroteGot up very early today to drive to the Royal Gorge. Such a beautiful drive. We are all full of anticipation of the excitement ahead as we're going whitewater rafting today. Please come with us. We are all dressed in out tennis shoes and swimming suits and life jackets. The raft is inflated with a small electric pump. "River Runners LTD" is emblazoned across the side. Everyone gets into the raft at 9 am and we begin to float slowly out into the river. The mountains soar up on one side of the river here. We getinstructions on how to be safe and hold on, and what to do if we fall out. Feet up pointed downstream. It's a peaceful float to the first rapids. Then we hear the roar, and off we go down, down, down. WOW my heart is racing with excitement. Such excitement hasn't happened to me since I was in Texas about this day last month. Similar to the excitement and beauty of fireworks I feel when I am with you.Racing down some fast water now, not really rapids, but we're moving. We reach a calm section and jump out for a swim. The river valley is so spectacular here. It is a very Royal Gorge! Some of the rocks in the river are incredibly large. I found one verysmall one and place