Last summer Max and I took a 1500 mile road trip to see parts of the American Southwest we'd grown up hours away from but never seen. We camped, we hiked, we read oodles and learned a lot about history, geology, and the Native Americans who first lived there. When I recall what that trip sounded like my memory is filled with complete silence. Maybe I hear the currents of the Colorado from time to time or a turkey vulture circling above, but my memories are almost completely silent. We relearned how to be still and find happiness in the most basic things -shelter, water, food, nature, discovery. I filled pages and pages in my journal about it and took hundreds of pictures but couldn't bring myself to blog a word of it. Along with visitors to Morocco it was definitely the highlight of my year.
|Kodachrome State Park, Utah|
|Bryce Canyon, Utah|