Tonight, I’m flying to Tucson. It’s spring break, and the boys and I are going on a road trip with some friends.
I’ve never been to the southwest, except with Willa Cather, via Death Comes For the Archbishop.
The itinerary involves landing in Tucson, then driving to Santa Fe. Along the way, we’re going to stop at a place called White Sands where, apparently, you can surf. Ha. We’ll see. On Easter, we’ll be going somewhere sacred. Maybe we’ll even get there early in the morning which is the best time to be anywhere on Easter.
Along the way there will be road food and the kind of hotels with buffet breakfasts and a pool.
Maybe the best time to think about change is when you’re on the road, driving to places you’ve never been. I’m bringing my computer and my camera, so I’ll let you know how the trip goes and how change looks from somewhere other than where I live now.
For now, I’m packed — flip flops are the order of the day. (Except for hiking up to cave dwellings. That requires something more serious.)