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Story Time: You take off YOUR Sunglasses

June 10, 2020
The view from our tent on the first night in New Mexico.

We still talk about that summer. We have tried to recreate that trip more than a few times, but came up fruitless.

It was the summer of 2017. Our kids were at a youth trip and Eric had taken two weeks off work. We loaded the car up with a tent and a cooler and hit the road. It. Was. Magic.

This trip started my tradition of having a bucket list of pictures I wanted to take: Santa Fe trains, rusted out cars, old buildings, you know, standard road trip must see items.

Eric dutifully searched for my must haves and pulled over, even if he had to do a six mile highway u-turn. We had no pressing engagements. The journey was the destination. We were like giddy newlyweds, except way better. Magic.

On the first day, we were going to camp, but it poured rain and so we stayed at a little family owned motel that was immaculately clean and not updated since 1972.

After that, we took our time driving through west Texas, into New Mexico, and on up to Colorado, where we found the best campsite in the world and spent 3 or 4 nights.



We cooked our food over a campfire, drove to touristy towns for seeing the sights, eating at the cafes, and then would drive back to our little piece of heaven.

These pictures make me so nostalgic for that time that I almost forget the one story from that trip that Eric and I quote pretty often. It wasn’t the countless conversations we had, lying in our tent and listening to sounds of night creatures, the hours we spent staring at campfire, driving through flat lands of west Texas. No. We have forgotten every word of those talks.

One bucket list item that I could not find was a windmill. Now, it couldn’t just be any windmill.

It had to be an old wooden windmill with rusted metal blades and surrounded by tall overgrowth of trees, grass, and vines.

We saw windmills, some close, but none perfect. There was a windmill near our campsite that was all the things I wanted, except it was near power lines, so the angle would be very tricky to take the picture and not include the lines. As we were leaving our enchanted campsite to come back to real life in Texas, Eric stopped so I could try. He sat in the car while I got out and walked around, trying to figure it out. I took several pictures, never quite liking what I had. Eric was telling me to try it this way or that. Finally, he offered, “Try taking your sunglasses off!”

Done standing in direct sunlight while he sat, pampered in the AC, giving me advice on a thing I was doing and he was not, I offered, “Take YOUR sunglasses off!”

I got back in the car and we knew that the magic had died. We’d had our first fight of our lovely trip.

And then, we cracked up laughing. I don’t have a picture of that windmill, but I’ll never forget it.

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