I started writing in my journal not long before boarding the plane in Salt Lake City. I wrote all through the flight to Phoenix. Eighteen pages. And I even prefaced the entry by saying I was, in the interest of actually getting through the travelogue (which I never seem to manage), going to write an outline only. I would, I said, go back and comment on the outline as necessary after I got through the trip. It was an 18-page outline. I mean really. I tried to keep it to the minimum, but that’s not me! I have to comment on everything! Life’s too short not to be thinking! But trust me, I still kept it to a minimum. I did a lot in five days.
I had high blogging hopes on which I have not yet given up. I’d like to at least mention a few things and share a few pictures. It was an important trip for me.
This is one of my favorite of the pics I took on the mountain.