We tried five years ago, Brenna and I, to take the Jeep to Trinity Lookout¹ but the road that way is gated to anything bigger than a small ATV. We were turned back. I’m excited to finally show her the view.
The first hundred yards past the gate are loose, softball-sized rocks. It’s a bit tricky. Brenna can feel us bouncing left and right as the motor growls.
“I don’t like this,” she says.
“It’s okay, kiddo,” I assure her. I start pointing out different sights to distract her from worry. She is relieved when finally we reach the top.
¹ Trail Image, “Big Trinity Damsels”: www.trailimage.com/big-trinity-damsels