GuMo Diaries, Epilogue: A Story About Mountains
This epilogue has a prologue, but it isn’t mine to tell.
In unromantic itinerary terms, it was the kind of logistical Rubik’s Cube that my brain seems to latch onto as the ideal vacation:
Sunday: drive 4 hours to Dallas to meet my sister (who was flying in from Georgia) and eat at the infamous Rainforest Cafe;
Monday: see the Great North American Total Solar Eclipse of 2024 before driving 8-9 hours to Carlsbad;
Tuesday: see The Caverns plus Ranger-Guided Tour;
Wednesday: drive my sister to El Paso (3ish hours) for her to fly home before returning myself to Carlsbad for
Thursday-Saturday: 3 days of hiking in the Guadalupe mountains; followed by
Sunday: drive 10-11 hours back to Houston in a single day in order to return the rental car (and return to work) on Monday morning.
Having accomplished the entire trip, I feel confident in saying that everything prior to the Mountains is my sister’s story. Should she decide to write about it in a public forum, I’ll point you to it.
This story is about the Mountains.
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