On one of my family's Model A trips that took place over many summers, we went to the spectacular Monument Valley, in northern Arizona.
Many of my cousins, friends, aunts and uncles would join in on these chaotic, wonderful trips. We always knew where we were going but never had any idea how long it would take us to get there, or what we would endure during any given day.
Moving twenty or more people from point A to B, with lurches towards C, D or some other letter in cars of questionable road worthiness, was always an adventure and occasionally dangerous.
Goulding's Lodge is still the only place to stay in Monument Valley. We took their tour and saw incredible monoliths of every shape and size. We met Navaho people in their homes, forded rivers and saw things most people only see in the movies.
The place I remember best was a huge rock formation called the Eye of the Sun. The sun passes the opening of the rock and forms the pupil of the eye at a certain time of year. Just to the
left of the eye is a steep grade, with a large sand dune far below.
My cousins and I climbed the wall, jumped, and seemed to fly; that is really how it felt. Though it did look terrifying at first glance, it was an amazing and wonderful experience.
For me, it stands as a metaphor of what lies between me and my dreams. And so every day I climb the wall and jump, and some days I fly.
To see more images of Monument Valley, click here.
Photo Credit above: Janice MacLean