Sometimes we escape from our chores and run away. Recently, we drove higher into the limestone hills. We wound up the canyon against the flow of the milk-glass-green river filled with tourists. We used to be a part of that crowd, floating along, tanning and laughing and drinking beers.
Now, in pursuit of a more Beep-friendly environment, we wave to the tubers as we drive to the lake that feeds the river. We have a carseat. We need a beach.
We are going to have fun together, make memories, and show our baby the wide world. And she loves to go places; she wants to hang out in the sun, and swim, and try to eat the pebbles.