Parking

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.

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¹ Trail Image, “Big Trinity Damsels”: www.trailimage.com/big-trinity-damsels

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