Seriously, the next few months won’t feel like summer without a trip to the southwest. I feel bereft with FOMO, even after my recent trip to Peru. I mean, Peru was beautiful, but unsatisfying. I crave the warm winds of the desert. I desire the looming shadow of red rock bearing down on me, or some gnarly tree bones decaying beneath my feet. I need vistas that sizzle with striated rock seared by mother nature’s fiery hands. I hunger for more of Big Al’s Burgers in Kanab. Or Fry Bread Tacos in Page, Arizona. I hanker for hikes that don’t exhaust me into a coma! And what I want to do almost always revolves around Tucson, Sedona, Moab and yes, Las Vegas, baby! This is my last post from our trip to Utah last spring. It ends with memories from Zion National Park. Follow my feet…
Before we left our rental, a hawk stopped by for a drink.
Red rock nirvana!
Mosaic Monday
Do you see the moon?
I know I’m very lucky to travel as much as I do. But it is never enough. I’d love to see the whole wide world before I die. I bet parts of Australia might satisfy my need for red rock. But we’re already planning a southwestern trip for next year. And this is the end, for now.
As always, have a meaningful Memorial Day everyone.
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