Emerald cathedrals and sandstone turrets, our palace.
I have experienced this place as a youth and was in wonder at its quiet mystery. Stories plain as day written on the rocks, laughing in the creek, singing through the canyon walls; a language you could only slightly, possibly perceive with your spirit.
Our children's existence has moved a part of us to the past. Our history is coexisting with the timelessness of this place now. Its becoming our children's time to be young in the old place.
*So, these are the only photos I have of our trip. Don't freak out Zander, if you're reading this! I think you could fix the problem:) Because I see our photos one moment and then the next they vanish!
Meanwhile.....our Leimgruber cousins! These darling twins embraced Ender like a third brother. Their missing triplet. More photos of these boys to come, hopefully....