So, there were definitely hard parts about my vacation. There was the letting go that comes with letting down and tears that come with unwrapping white-knuckled fingers from what they’ve been clutching. And then, there was joy.
There were the fireworks:
Followed closely by the fire:
And the firetrucks (for which we were all very thankful):
There were flowers:
(I have a thing for flowers.)
There were rocks:
Some streams and rivers:
And the clouds. Oh, Lordy, the clouds…
This last one is how I remember the sky looking every afternoon of the summer. You can see it get dark blue in the distance and watch it come toward you over the plains.
There were furry critters:
And not-so-furry ones:
And then there were the things you can’t photograph: the hiking at least 7 miles, all of them above 8500 feet, all in one day; the conversations and the stories; the getting to spend time sitting next to Dave just watching the river flow; the good beer and the better wine; the jumping into the rapids only to get sucked in and spit out downriver; the sterile, simple beauty of the tundra; the joy of not having anything you have to do.
I SO needed this vacation.