But first, this. Us in the middle of west Texas.
Last week, we took nine days and drove to Austin, with two objectives. To watch Tyson walk across a stage and celebrate his well-earned Masters, and to move him out of his depressing, single-guy studio apartment. You guys, round trip to Austin is 2400 miles. 2400 miles, spent mostly between two car seats, and I'm still alive to tell about it today because miracles are real.
The graduation ceremony was moving and inspiring and beautiful and I, with the help of our wonderful friends, wrangled my children long enough to be able to sneak just one picture of the moment Tyson was being congratulated by the CEO.
Just kidding, I got another one. But is my timing impeccable or WHAT.
Happy Graduation babe! I love you and you're amazing.
We spent a few days in Austin, eating our way through the city, spending time with friends and sweating a lot. BECAUSE SO MUCH HUMIDITY. (Which was always plentiful in Virginia during the years we lived there, but after six months in the desert, I'm a dried-up humidity grinch now I guess.)
After packing everything up, Tyson locked the door of his apartment for the last time, jumped into the swimming pool with his clothes on to celebrate, and we hit the road. They were long days of driving, with our evenings spent spread out on big hotel beds and taking night swims at the pool. They were really good days. The kids were such excellent little travelers. And I didn't murder anyone. So overall, huge success.
Before we left, we'd decided that we'd take some extra time coming back, and stay in a little lodge near the north rim of the Grand Canyon to explore for a day. Basically our best idea ever. The lodge, which was right off the highway, was called Vermillion Cliffs and the kind of place where you play pool with a cold root beer and talk to your cook while he makes you the best burger of all time. A little dingy around the edges, with comfy beds, cool people, and a really good vibe.
These next two shots are basically a summation of their little sibling relationship.
The next morning we had an incredible breakfast, and then headed out on the scenic drive to the canyon. The north rim is not what you think of when you think of the typical Grand Canyon landscape, but if you're in the market for a Grand Canyon vacay, in my opinion, the north rim is the best. It has only 1/10th of the tourists, jaw-dropping views, and more of a one-with-nature vibe if you're into that. This is an infomercial if you were wondering.
Here comes the pictures. Bottoms up.
Have to tell you. It feels so stinking good to be back together again.