Once in a lifetime

I almost didn’t go.

The past few days have been rough—one of those stretches where even weed couldn’t lift my mood. It wasn’t just physical exhaustion either; it felt deeply emotional, like a mental fog I couldn’t shake.

Still, I somehow managed to convince myself to make the hour-long drive to the trailer. The kids, bouncing between excitement and boredom, piled into the car. We don’t usually make the trip out during the off-season, but something about this time felt different.

I kept debating with myself: “What’s the big deal? I could catch a partial view from home.” But I went anyway.

And let me tell you, I’m so glad I did.

Sitting on the sand hill, bestie by my side smoking a joint, we laughed at our kids’ exaggerated complaints of boredom. Then, it happened. We all fell silent, mesmerized. In just three minutes—and mere seconds—it felt as if we had lived through a full day’s light show, compressed into one awe-inspiring moment.

We sat there watching, completely captivated.

So yeah, the two hours of driving, four hours of whining, sandy snacks, and warm drinks? Totally worth it. Because what we saw—what we experienced—was nothing short of incredible.