I'm having happy thoughts about Halloween four years ago.
The night before, der Brucer and I had loaded up the car with most of our earthly belongings, or at least everything that woud fit, rounded up the five doggies, and started our trek eastward to our new home in Rehoboth Beach, DE.
We ended up, that first night, close to the border between California and Arizona.
So it was four years ago today that I first saw the Grand Canyon. I, frankly, did not care for it at all. I don't like looking down - fear of heights, or of falling, or at least of my glasses falling off, something like that.
Due to the timing of our trip, and the positioning of the stars and der B's insistance on driving as far into the night as we could before making our next stop, Orion's Belt would often be directly in front of us, rising from the horizon every night.
I still think Driving Towards Orion would make a great title for a book, or a play, or something.