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Road Trip to SW USA.

 Road trips are so much fun now that my children are at such an age where they can take care of themselves; from hauling their own luggage, using the restrooms unsupervised, applying sunscreen to carrying their own water bottles and hydrating as needed. 

Most of the stress that comes with traveling was already relieved as we were travelling within the USA where we can drink water out of the fountain (trust me, we have travelled to different places where the water is not safe to drink) plus the major stressbuster is dialing 911 if needed. 

People in the US do not know how privileged and fortunate they are to have this service. This year’s road trip was going to take us to American southwest, through the states of Arizona, Nevada, Utah, and Colorado.

 This road trip began with the usual airport and airline drama but ended with happy and precious memories. Whenever we travel somewhere which includes flying, there is always drama associated with it, for e.g., flight delays due to weather or technical difficulties, loss of luggage, rental car not being there even though we had prepaid for it. 

 This time, we landed at Las Vegas airport early in the morning due to flight delays, checked in at our hotel only to change, have breakfast and leave again as our itinerary was preset.

 Our journey began by first visiting the Hoover Dam, then Grand Canyon National Park where we met my brother and his family, continuing to Antelope Canyon Park, Arches National Park, Capitol Reef National Park, Bryce Canyon National Park, Zion National Park, Red Rock Canyon Park and back to Las Vegas in one week. 

The distance on the road travelled was roughly 2000 miles, pictures taken were approximately 5000. Every day was a Different terrain, different scene, not one like the previous one, rugged mountains to unparalleled natural formations. We walked on different trails, some under 1 mile, some 5-6 miles long, paved, unpaved, at different elevations, some 9000 feet above sea level. It was simply beautiful. 

And while we were going through the emotions of wonder and happiness, we were also feeling proud of our children who not only followed all safety rules but also looked after the safety of their younger cousin.

 Feelings of being blessed are going through my mind and I am thankful to my husband for giving us these opportunities to explore, connect with nature and refresh.

 On a different  note altogether, I don’t usually watch news but was kind of, sort of forced to watch or at least hear the news while waiting at the airports and saddened, disheartened by the shootings in LA, MN and simply amused by the Hillary Clinton/FBI drama…..

I am not looking forward to the piles of laundry upon our return but that’s not a big price to pay for the amount of memories collected . My rambling for this Friday, there is no place like home and no bed like your own! Have a great weekend! Do you have any such travel stories? Have you taken a road trip?? Please do let me know in the comments.

 #everysummerhasastory.  

 
 



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