We stayed at Cancun last month and next month we’re heading to Colorado, followed by a jaunt to California, a possible winter ski trip to the Catskills, and then hopefully some fun in Canada. Oddly, the Canada trip replaced the idea of going to Costa Rica. How we got stuck on “C” destinations I don’t know. Originally Cancun was supposed to be Istanbul. But here we are. And Costa Rica was pushed down while Canada was moved up because (1) it’s cheaper and (2) I’m struggling with a flying phobia. We’re going to drive to Canada, avoid flying and fear and all the security-checking, groping and grumbling that comes with traveling through the clouds coach style while saving money.
An avid traveler afraid of flying? Yes, it’s true. I’ve referenced this fear before on this blog. Now and then I can get on a transAtlantic flight, plug Anna into the video games displayed on the back of a passenger seat, dive into a book, and forget where I am. But when things get bumpy, well, let’s just say my coping mechanisms aren’t what they should be, but that’s another blog for another day.
So what will we do in the Red State, the alleged pinto bean capital of the world as well as home to the first rodeo? Visit family. Visit the Rockies. Visit steakhouses. Possibly visit Mike’s new book agent. And we’ll definitely visit microbreweries because apparently they’re as ubiquitous as the mountains. Like Cancun, it’s been eight years since my first and only trip to Colorado. I wish I could dig up the photos of me hiking in the Rockies in 2003. I was in Denver a month before I got pregnant. There’s a photo of me standing someplace totally breathtaking, my arm draped around an old college friend who was about to move to another state, and we’re looking at the camera with big, out-of-breath smiles, knowing that our lives are about to change yet again.