For my 50th birthday, Clay took me on a road trip west from Oklahoma to the Grand Canyon. I had never been West as an adult.
As we drove, I watched the world shift before my eyes. The familiar terrain changing into something I could only describe as feeling as though I had landed on an alien planet. The lush green world transformed to a barren stone strewn desert interrupted only by terracotta and turquoise Mesa’s.
Clay pulls over on the side of the hwy for me to take a picture. In my head….I’m charging up this hill with my new Samsung s8 like Ansel Adams in the wild, trying to capture a panoramic of the desert mountains.
The reality…the hill is covered in fine gravel and I’m in flip flops. I ultimately conquer the hill only to discover I don’t know where “panoramic” is or how to use my camera!
After several moments of me hunched over my phone, I hear Clay bust out Laughing and yells from the truck “Oh Honey, I love you!” He always says this when he gets tickled by something I’m doing.
I run back toward the truck, arms and legs flailing, trying to keep from going downhill on my fanny. “Hurry…” I yell, “Call a small child! I don’t know how to use my phone!”
We both die laughing