If you can see Chuck Norris, he can see you. If you can't see Chuck Norris, you may be only seconds away from death.
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I had to go up to Cheyenne today, to do some work for Laramie County (one of our best customers). Interestingly, in one of those typical geographical/cultural quirks of life, Cheyenne is in Laramie County, but Laramie is NOT in Laramie County. Also, Laramie County in Wyoming directly borders Larimer County in Colorado. I'm told this makes for many difficult and sometimes hilarious miscommunications. Anyway, I had to go to Cheyenne to do some network stuff. I haven't had much billable time doing security work, strange because my title is Sr. Security Engineer and I'm supposed to be doing security. It's OK, though, because I'm still a fair hand at the network stuff and I don't mind doing it...not too much.
The drive is about an hour and twenty minutes from home, and it's actually a pretty nice drive. The land is quite rolling, you're travelling north/south along the Front Range, and you go through some nice farm and ranch land on the way. It reminds me quite a bit of the trips I used to take with Dad, when I was a kid and I'd go with him on his work trips around western Oklahoma. Dad used to work for a company that did the logging for oil rigs, and as the computer tech, he had to fix their logging systems. The land between here and Cheyenne is much more rolling and interesting (I must be honest), but the concentrations of oil pumpers, cows, and farm trucks is roughly equivalent. Cheyenne is also a wonderful town, not so little, but very country and quaint. "Quaint" really isn't even the right word, because quaint suggests age or datedness, and that's not the case. Cheyenne provides an interesting stretch of 120 years in its various buildings, and it's still growing. Living in Denver and hearing the kinds of railing against growth and "sprawl" that we're subjected to here in the metro, it's nice to see a town that really is growing, and glad of it. It's also nice to see that, despite the growth, Cheyenne continues to retain its western heritage and country charm, a charm that isn't effected or false but is honest and simple. Cheyenne is the kind of town I'd like to live in when we move back to Oklahoma. (Well, maybe something slightly smaller and a lot less windy...Cheyenne has yet to have a wind of less than 20 miles per hour during any of my visits.)
I also got an unexpected treat. Tonight's sunset was truly breathtaking. It was gold, painted with various reds, purples, and blues, and a little bit of gray and even some green here and there in the clouds. The blending and contrasts, all painted by God's hand, reminded me that He's always there, and that all blessings come from him. He may use rainbows to remind us that He'll never destroy us with another flood, but he uses incredible sunsets to remind us that He gave everything for us, and He continues to do so.
Thanks for reading along.
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