Back in March, when we mapped it all out on paper in our study, it made perfect sense.
Our summer trip was during our anniversary…. Grand Canyon was on
my bucket list… our teenagers wanted to
do it! All this and more was meticulously evaluated, then choreographed into a
perfect family vacation inside our heads. We did our bookings, we double and triple-checked our lists. We were as prepared as it could be deemed humanly possible for a family of two middle-aged parents and a couple of teens in full bloom.
We got this!, we thought, both logic and our hearts confirming our belief it was true.
We arrived in Flagstaff, Arizona at the end of June, during the
peak of a record breaking heat wave. Phoenix airport was under a threat
of closure due to extreme temperatures, extreme even for Phoenix. All the
locals were hunkering down, shaking their heads at us, the crazy tourons, in
much the same fashion we treat the tourists who flock to Orlando theme parks in
the middle of Florida summer.
Why would you go to Grand Canyon NOW???
Good question!
Back in March, the answer seemed rather self-evident.
Why wouldn’t we???
Today, however, I couldn’t recall even one of those obvious
reasons, particularly not what made them so passionately compelling. My bucket
list, our wedding anniversary, the grandeur of the Grand Canyon… they all
seemed to be evaporating in the heat that was melting the asphalt and the
rubber on our new tires as we bobbed towards our impending doom.
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