| When I was last at Zion (when I was 5 or 6), my philosophy about vacations was
that you go on vacations to *see* things. Things that you can't see back
home (and since I'm from the Mississippi Delta, just about any change in
elevation was something novel). You *don't* go on vacation to talk to people.
You can do that all you want at home. People are everywhere; mountains and
waterfalls and canyons are not.
My parents and I were on our way back down the Emerald Pools trail, when my
parents stopped to talk to some people. And talk and talk and talk. I was
ready to be on my way, and had no patience for all this talking. So I took
off. My parents didn't notice I was gone for about 5 or 10 minutes (they must
have really been into their talking), and by that point, I was long gone.
They went running after me, asking along the way if anybody had seen a little
red-headed kid go by. "Oh, yeah, and he was truckin'!" They finally caught
up with me just about at the end of the trail.
My mom demanded that, since I was revisiting Zion, I take the Emerald
Pools trail again. She figured that this time, no one would mind if I took
off by myself. I took this picture so that I could say, "Here's where I took
off and left my parents behind."
So...Here's where I took off and left my parents behind. |
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23 November 2002 |
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