Winter of 2018. I am just regaining my legs after three years bedbound. Ric, forever the problem solver, proposes that we put wheels on the bedroom and drive south. Doctors write me a report to accompany our journey, and we head out in November. It’s a struggle at first and I’m doubting my ability to follow through with the plan.
Then we reach Arizona, and one day, under the bright blue sky, we come upon a place that will forever remain in my heart as a turning point: Coon’s Bluff along the Salt River, where the wild horses roam.
(Submitted for Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: special moments. Thanks to Tina for this prompt that sent me digging in my archives. A wonderful moment to relive.)