So, maybe I had a lot riding on this particular little mini-vacation.
It didn't begin well:
|Si's makeshift shrine to Costi.|
It was a cloudless sunny day across the entire state, I swear. However, we pulled up to the campsite in this:
|Imagine also being starving.|
Fortunately, it is the desert and the next day dawned warm and sunny. The kids threw themselves into it, as I always knew they would which is why I wanted to come in the first place. It was very gratifying. The adults enjoyed it, too.
|We took the "Adventure Tour" with the two 30-foot ladder climbs. I worried about Helen - silly me.|
We went on not one, but two guided tours. The kids, poking through the oakbrush around our campsite (okay, fine, shooting each other with airsoft guns), found a kiva.
|No matter how many times I see these, I'm always stunned.|
We commemorated our trip with lots of gift store purchases, and for once I didn't panic over the Spending of Money. It was a great trip.
|Not the kiva we "discovered," but cool nonetheless.|
I would have had to be 13 when I had Helen's mother. Or possibly fifteen.
Then M., trying to reassure me, said, "No. You don't look like a grandmother. It's your hair."
|Wearing a youthful baseball cap. To cover my aged hair.|