Last January, my friend West and I went to Arizona to watch Auburn win the BCS National Championship Game. We dubbed the trip “Going to the ‘Ship” and milked it into a 20 day, 5700 mile road trip. The following is an entry from my notebook on Day 12.
Here I sit at Inspiration Point in Bryce Canyon National Park. I never imagined a road trip to Arizona would result in my being surrounded by several feet of snow. I’m wearing enough layers to deem my suitcase unnecessary.
As I write, my hands screaming at me for not packing gloves, I can’t shake the need to capture my thoughts on paper. The view I’m experiencing is not just miles. It’s tens or maybe even hundreds of miles. I’m staring at rock formations millions of years in the making.
I can’t begin to fathom what that means.
Experiencing moments—and views—like these…it’s impossible to take the magnificence of our world for granted. As happens so often during this life, I struggle to find the adjectives to properly describe the sights in front of me.
But that’s the way it’s going to have to be, because now it’s just too cold to write.