I loved watching the girls fill their hair with flowers, and loved that I had my side-kicks Claire and Bo, trotting along beside me.
Every turn you take up there quite honestly takes your breath away.
And then, of course, the swing takes your breath away too.
…although not so much this year since there was green where the glacier of snow is usually covering the opposite mountain.
There goes a blurry pic of Claire:
…and then there’s me, obviously softening from my gloomy state 🙂
It was a beautiful moment up there.
Loved watching the “bros” swim across that beauty from one side to the other as we swung.
…and even those so-muddy-they-were-black legs of my dog scampering along ahead of us soaking in all that beauty, tail wagging.
I love my dad and my sis.
At the end of the journey, we hustled down that hill to drop off those “bro” cousins to find their way and camp the night away. They had stars in their eyes.
Remember that post about independence back HERE? My sisters decided these guys were old enough to have a night of their own to figure things out.
And they loved every second of that independence, came back glowing the next morning.
As we drove down the rest of that bumpity canyon, my heart softened from so much beauty and exhilaration filling into my bones, I realized even adults need to be forced into a good memory now and again.
Thanks Sar, for forcing this one 😉