Reflecting in nature’s reflection pools
Our last day featured another amazing outdoor twofer. At Bighorn Canyon National Recreation Area, we joined a boat tour on Bighorn Lake. The kids looked up the whole time at the cliffs that rose 1,000 feet. Then we drove to Shell Canyon.
This was where my colleague had camped, and Susan was looking forward to seeing the same scenery he had described. “My photos are great, but they don’t do the place justice,” he had said. He spoke the truth. The ethereal, pinkish-gray canyon walls were carved out by Shell Creek—the lifeblood for many plants and wildlife, including moose, mule deer and rainbow trout, which we were able to spot in the pools below the falls.
While we were hiking around the thundering falls—June is a great time to see them, thanks to the melting snow—and exploring the walkways to see which offered the best vantage points, I realized how effortless our trip to Greybull had been. Sure, we had expended plenty of energy and learned a lot, but it had all been so easy. It just happened—without having to plan too much. It was almost as though the kids were still toddlers, and we could entertain them with shadow puppets and Cheerios—nothing high tech or too fancy.
I knew we had some pretty challenging years ahead of us—our friends have teenagers, and we knew what they were going through—but for now, I decided not to worry about it. We had outgrown fire trucks, dinosaur blankets, and many more objects we once considered precious, but this trip had reminded me of the most important thing. We hadn’t outgrown each other.
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