By Alexis Toves
As copilot takes a break, my right hand reaches out the window just enough to feel the firm handshake of the wind. In the pasture, a pronghorn races the car while my hair gets tossed side to side. My eyes widen in amazement of the Colorado canyons. Finally, we spot a tunnel and anticipate to see who can hold their breath the longest, as a reminder of the children we once were.
