"Well, what are we gonna do?" was both said and implied heavily and freqently as the day aged past early, and we all knew we needed to get out and down some road pretty quickly. The latest storm predicted and lauded as a big deal and anticipated with warnings was bearing down on our valley like the disembodied hope and savior it was, and time was waisting.
Ideas like beach balls bounced around the living room, but red canyon, only an hour or so away from where we sat or waddled about chasing dreams and housework, was the noodle that usually stuck at this time of year when weariness is always the opposite of daylight, so that's what we did and we were glad we did it...
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