I keep thinking about when we went to the big hole in the ground. Things were very simple then. There was school. There was vacation. There was a whole lot of driving for many long hours. And then there was this massive clawed out section of the earth. A giant emptiness going all the way down.
I keep looking at the flickr set of the trip and remembering all the details. How kt kept taking pics of all the plants. How I made her make her lunch in the car and she got mad at me. How scary it was being near the edge or climbing up the watchtower. The sunset. Walking around in the dark, trying to find somewhere to eat. Spaghetti Western. Coffee in the morning, watching the sun come up over the canyon. Yeah.