When I was asked to call her, I know immediately that something was wrong. So when I called her and her the tears in her voice, I know what I had to do. I had to bring her home. Over the next couple of hours, a plane ticket was purchased and a plan was set in place.
I flew out to California in two days and we drove from the LA area after we had amazing Mexican food. (Note to self: a super burrito is exactly that. It’s huuuuge.) After we were completely stuffed, we drove to Joshua Tree just in time before the sun set minutes later. We cruised through the night and witnessed the most phenomenal sky filled with stars so bright it made me want to cry at it’s majesty. We pulled over (completely unrelated to the stars) and got stuck in sand. I’m a straight up bad ass and got us unstuck with no damage to the car. My heart raced with excitement because this girl loves adventures, no matter how potentially scary they are!
We arrived in Flagstaff, AZ after 1 am and slept in an amazing airbnb. Our host family was absolutely fabulous and so accommodating and we slept so hard. (hello, drool) That morning, we headed to the Grand Canyon to create some art and head to her brother’s in Colorado. (Him and his girlfriend were so precious!) We passed out again and left bright and early to head home.
After we were in the Grand Canyon, I had this moment of clarity that didn’t hit me till I was home and verbally processing our trip. It’s ok to put down my camera and really, REALLY take it all in. I’ve never been one to “take it all in”. As my mother so eloquently describes it, I “gulp” it all in, as if I’m frantic to remember it all. I didn’t even realize how badly I need this trip.
I feel lighter. I feel more peaceful. I feel alive.
And I can’t wait till I can hit the road again for another adventure.