Do you remember that campfire game, where someone starts a story by saying “fortunately…”, and then someone continues it with “unfortunately…”? I’ll give you an example how it goes:Unfortunately, a big ole snow storm rolled in and we had to delay our start and take the familiar less scenic route there. Fortunately we didn’t slide off the highway and die. Unfortunately the house we were going to stay in had a water issue (namely, there wasn’t any). Fortunately we got to stay in a hotel with a glass elevator. (And there were lots of other fortunatelies too: Nana and Baba and Baci met us and took us out to fabulous meals and hung out with us in the hotel and brought us new games. And they didn’t slide off the highway and die, either.)
Meow Wolf was, as expected, a trip of a treat. The girls got totally into it, led us around willy-nilly (and never got lost), found all the necessary hamsters for the scavenger hunt, broke out of jail, and found inspiration for lots of home improvement projects. (Not really. Although it would be cool to have a room through the fireplace of giant fluorescent under-water vegetation.)
So the main reason for our get-away was a roaring success. And we did other fun things like buy me snow boots at REI and sample interesting things at Trader Joe’s and get D&D inspired at a comic book store and steal lots of apples from the hotel lobby (future trail food!).
There were some other little unfortunatelies too. Like the hands-on workshop at the Georgia O’Keefe museum being a different day than we thought. And promised French bakeries being closed. And visitors centers being closed.
But fortunately, we had more fun than not. And you’re always supposed to leave a place with more things to do on a return trip, right? And my feet are warm and our cupboards are sprinkled with interesting things and our memories are fond.
Magrilless 