Although Joy dropped the backpack containing the car keys and Mom’s wallet off a ledge at the Grand Canyon, she scrambled down the cliff and retrieved it. When she returned, mom burst into tears. The smoke had cleared enough yesterday that the girls decided to take a few shots and then drive to San Diego. Now they will R&R a few days, then head up the California coast.
I suppose the definition of a successful trip is that you survive it. And they did, which proves that the Bible was right when it said worry accomplishes nothing. David and I are so proud of Connie. She planned and executed the trip and the memories they have made will last a life time. Hopefully, so will the photographs. I have assembled those they sent into an album (many more than I included in my posts), and I think Hannah has done something similar. Joy has her big camera, and promised to take photos. I won’t see those for a while yet. All the photos I’ve shown were taken with a cell phone camera, including those below from the Grand Canyon.