Its hard to believe we semi-willingly left this heaven on earth to return to the grind of our daily lives just a couple of weeks ago. Time seems to pass all together too fast when we're out on the tour. It has to be the fact that we surround ourselves with incredible people we are fortunate enough to call friends. . . Real good friends. Interesting how the company can make the trip and this time was no exception. It didn't matter whether we were on DawnPatrol or trying to get the grill to emit even a blue dart level of cooking heat, the people made it bliss. I remember this poem that I used at a special occasion in my life and today as I thought about the first NWT entry it came back to me. I figured that was a sign to include it.
If nobody smiled and nobody cared
and nobody helped us along.
If every moment looked after itself and
good things always went to the strong;
If nobody cared just a little about you
and nobody cared about me,
and we stood alone, in the battle of life,
What a dreary old world this would be.
Life is sweet, because of friends we've made
and the things which in common we share.
We want to live on, not because of ourselves,
but because of the people who care.
It's doing and giving for somebody else
on which all of life's splendor depends.
The joy of this world, when you've summed it all up,
is found in the making of friends
Now as I look at the hundreds of pictures, I just sit and smile. It's a memory my family will keep for a lifetime. One trip never replaces another, it just falls in line with the millions of memories we have made and treasure in Lake Powell. While there will be many more posts on this trip to come, it's still hard to say. . . The party's over.
