Was thought to have been an ancient Chinese curse. It turns out it probably wasn't, although it continues to be attributed as such and probably will continue to be, despite what the truth may be.
I think of this quote often enough. Certainly now, as I sit here trying to put together a little entry chronicling our last few days.
We spent an amazing three days exploring the North Rim of the Grand Canyon.
On our way to our friend's house in Santa Fe, we've detoured through Monument Valley, the Four Corners, Mesa Verde National Park and Durango.
We've been having a blast although there have been plenty of bumps along the way, literally and figuratively. This new chapter of nomadic living definitely has its ups and downs.
We often don't know where we'll be staying for the night as we pack up the little Rav, which is exciting and yet can lead to sleeping in the conference room. More on that later.
Skye's becoming quite the photojournalist which has meant that I don't have think about taking photos as much and has given me a ton of material. Another double-edged sword so to speak. Lots more to go through and edit and...
I still have videos from the Go-Pro going back to our time in Mammoth that I have to edit; after I learn how to edit videos better.
I have eight blog entry posts in the draft queue, four that will probably actually be finished. And that doesn't even catch me up to the here and now.
We had an amazing dinner last night that deserves to be reviewed as a post of its own.
So many adventures, so many stories, so many experiences.
Today we head toward Santa Fe, Saturday Skye and I fly off to Atlanta for an appointment and to tie up some loose ends and hopefully see some friends and then we're back to Santa Fe and off to see the Albuquerque International Balloon Festival.