My sisters and I recently returned from a road-trip across Arizona and Utah. I think it's safe to say that it was THE MOST FUN (bolded caps are necessary) any of us have ever had. We also realized that it was the first time we've traveled together as just the three of us, which made it even more special.
We had a four day window after Meredith's last day of work and before she returned to University. She'd recently celebrated her birthday at the end of July and mine was approaching in early September so we figured it'd be the last time for awhile that we could hang out just as sisters. We found a crazy flight deal to Vegas, but since Mere's not of age in the states (our little bambini) and neither Grace nor I had any real desire to spend four days hittin' the blackjack table, we decided to rent a car from there and go on an adventure.
Our parents had previously raved about the helicopter tour they took over the Grand Canyon so we made that the first stop on our drive from Nevada across Arizona and back through Utah. Highlights include: Lake Mead, South Rim of the Grand Canyon (Bright Angel Trail hike), Horseshoe Bend, Antelope Canyon, Lake Powell, Lone Rock & Wahweap, Colorado River, Zion National Park (The Emerald Pools & The Grotto hikes).
The drive itself is something we will never forget. We felt like we witnessed the life cycle of trees as we watched the terrain change from desolate deserts to full-fledged forests. There was no traffic (sometimes no cars at all for long stretches) and hardly any buildings in sight for miles and miles. We got up super early to maximize time; following the sun by day and the moon by night. One of the most memorable parts for me (I was the only legal sister who could rent/drive the car) was after we watched the sunset over the Grand Canyon, we drove into the night to get to Page, Arizona in the Lake Powell region. There was no one else on the road with only the dark outlines of canyons and mountains on either side of the two-lane highway. For the entire way, there was the biggest, brightest harvest moon I have ever seen. It was hanging so low that it looked like it was sitting directly on the horizon in front of me. There were no other lights except for our little beetle bug and that giant moon. My sisters were sleeping, there was a warm breeze blowing through the window and the Vance Joy album was playing. A subtle kind of magic.
I made a little keepsake video for us to look back on anytime our stress levels rise or we're missing each other and as a reminder of this free-spirited time in our lives:
I know the saying "pictures don't do it justice" can be over-used, but that is truly how we felt at every turn. Our human eyeballs almost couldn't fathom the landscapes before us so it's only natural that a man-made lens would have the same difficulty. Click the image below to access our photo gallery: