BackPack Joy Lasts About As Long As It Took To Take This Picture
The previous post gave away the huge-mongous spoiler we went to Moab, so now that the cat’s out of the bag, here comes the photographic deluge. I don’t know that it was ever a real secret but when you operate all clandestinely because of fame and notoriety, you need some time to gather your thoughts and enjoy your family relationships without the paparazzi hanging from trees, tailing you on scooters shouting, “Dandandandandan! Dan! DAN! Dan! Daaaaan!” and asking for your autograph. Not that any of that stuff happens to us in real life but hey man… THIS IS THE INTERNET. Oh, and deluge is an awesome word.
So once Lady-Friend recovered from her
warm-up Half-Marathon, we struck out to see the local sights… which is pretty much red rocked desert. And while that sounds a little “Meh”, it’s ridiculously invigorating and awe-inspiring country with so much to see from horizon to toe-tip your eye can hardly take it all in.
When we arrived to our first hike in Arches National Park, Little Sis had totally passed out like she’d been on an all-night milk and cookies bender, which is almost partially true. With parental foresight unequaled by any but God Himself, we’d packed a hiking backpack just for this kind of this-family-won’t-be-held-back-by-anyone’s-need-for-sleep-edness. We carefully pulled the rag-doll formerly known as Little Sis from her car seat and placed her into the pack.
Two minutes later she was awake and delighted to be there.
Twenty seconds later, not so much.