Did you know that high altitudes can cause insomnia? I didn’t. Until I googled it at 3am. It’s 6:30am and I haven’t slept one bit despite having been exhausted all day. One bonus is that I caught the sunrise for the first time in a long time. Today ought to be interesting … 😩
The real reason we are in Park City … #skateordie @woodwardparkcity @woodwardskateboarding
Thanks to everyone who recommended The Creamery. It was a perfect pit-stop. Although the Howerton kids are in strong opposition to cheese curds. 4 of 4 say “gross.”
That’s a wrap on Zion! The kids and I are headed north to Park City for a few days for some skate parks and relaxation. Anything we should see on the way?
“Get a shot of the twins!” I yelled from the up the beach, as onlookers stared and tried to figure out what twins I was talking about. 😂 (These two were born on the same day and we jokingly referred to them as the twins and it has stuck as the way we refer to them).
Here’s how to enneagram 3 a trip: 1. Look up all the possible hikes, attractions, and spots to explore, 2. Look at all the hours in a day, and 3. Overschedule yourself and others making sure you SEE IT ALL. As it turns out, not everyone loves an Enneagram 3 trip! (Read: no one does. Including yourself once you are in the middle of it, even though the temptation is always there.) So this week I’m trying to slow down. Do one thing a day. Build in time for rest and flexibility and puttering and random stops we didn’t plan for.
We hiked the narrows today. I’ve barely been online for two days and I like it. (Though coming back on to find a flurry of Kamala posts in my feed did not suck).
We were supposed to be in the desert outside of Palm Springs this weekend with a group of some of our dearest friends. It’s a trip our family has taken for the past 17 years. Before Jafta was even born. It’s a trip that my kids have come to love and expect as their last hurrah of summer. We swim all day, and they play capture the flag with their friends on the golf course as we watch the sunset each night. For the past several months, I’ve been asked, “Can we still go to Indio?” at least once a week by one of my kids. We tried to make it happen. We had the reservation set before the pandemic started. We made grand plans for how our friend group could pull this off and not have to social distance with one another on the trip so the kids could hang out with each other without stress. We talked about every family doing a hard-core quarantine for two weeks leading up to the trip. We talked about every family getting tested. But then, a few weeks before the trip, one of the families set to come with us lost a family member to COVID. Several others had a scare. And we were reminded just how serious all of this is, and just how difficult it is to safely be in a group, even with our best intentions and most serious efforts. So with a lot of sadness, we canceled our trip. At the last minute, I decided to bring my kids to Zion instead, to try to have a different kind of adventure. It’s beautiful here. But we are missing our golf-course sunset singalongs with our friends. And I guess that’s really what this whole year is about. Grieving the things we are losing. But finding new moments of beauty where we can. Readjusting. Changing our expectations. Finding joy in the middle of accepting what is.
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Ahhh, the relaxing sounds of my children bickering, reverberating through the canyons.
