Road trip to nowhere

Hav you ever been on a road trip to nowhere? Sitting 2 or 3 feet from a good friend, he in the driver's seat, I sitting shotgun, we were kicking it to bijork, trancing out on a bass-boosted music-induced cloud, watching the dog run around and admiring the regality of Boulder Mountain, dressed in her formal white and green winter's best. The ice crystals drifted about, gathering here and there to record the dog's passing paw prints. We were traveling together, going no where, and loving it.