When I was a kid, I was very fortunate to go on grand
vacations. I had been to the South
Pacific before I was 13; I had swum in the Atlantic, the Pacific, the Gulf, and
The Caribbean before I was a teenager. I
began my love affair with the mountains in Aspen and Vail, a privileged
upbringing indeed. However, the grass
always seems greener, and the traditional family road trip had eluded me. I have always wanted to experience the
standard American family vacation, the economy travel, the national parks, the
license plate bingo.
Sunday, we experienced our own version of the American
vacation. We started the morning at Dennys
with super size breakfast, then we took advantage of the free national park
entry and drove the South Rim of the Black Canyon, taking pictures at each
overlook, running over cotton head tourists, and getting suspiciously close to
the edge of 2,000 ft cliffs. The highlights were the Painted wall, Sunset
Point, and Cross Fissures View We ended
the adventure with Sonic drive thru and stories of our families and
childhood. It was a simple, pleasant day, a wonderful
way to spend my last few hours with Braulio.
In a city market parking lot, I said goodbye to my best
friend and travel buddy. Prolonging the
goodbye, Braulio decides it was imperative to repack my entire truck, and after that,
the tears began, we hugged and kissed, and parted ways wondering when and how life will bring us together next. I turned on the country radio, I cried until I
hit Grand Junction, and then I become fully aware this is where the solo
adventure begins.
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