Written on 9-7-25.
It’s a Sunday afternoon, and Belinda and I have been prepping for our next camping trip to Snow Canyon in the southwest part of Utah. We drove through Kanab on our way back after the Edgertons continued on their way to Canada to see the bears snag salmon out of the river there. We stayed at a sanctuary/campground on our way home, and I said I would like to go back there to explore some more. Well, tomorrow we will go do just that.
If I would have said that the anniversary of Dad’s death was a year ago yesterday, and Danielle would be starting over at the Albuquerque Fire Academy tomorrow, I don’t know if I would believed either of those things. They are as true as Tiger Woods’ aim with his putter, though.
I miss my Dad. Bev recently put many of the...
