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The summer before my wife and I both entered graduate school, we took a month long road trip across the southwest and north to Utah. I have fond memories of that trip that I revisit often. A couple of memories:
Our Mazda 323 with no A/C was packed to the hilt. After we made it across the hell that is west texas, we camped at a state part in New Mexico. Our tent was at the foot of a big outcropping. In the middle of the night, I awoke with a full bladder. I climbed out of the tent and pissed a few feet away. There was a cool breeze. I could see for miles. The anxiety that I usually felt during daily life was absent. I often recall that memory fondly.
Later during the same trip we camped at a state park in southern arizona. We pulled into our spot and put up our tent. It was HOT. As we slept, the ground radiated heat. We both tossed and turned. Eventually we gave up and slept on the concrete table under the shade. It was cooler. We still had trouble sleeping - the table was hard, and too narrow for two, but we didn't toss and turn - there wasn't enough room.
We camped in the Grand Canyon. We were so excited. We found our spot. (After waiting two days in a state park to get a spot in the national park). We put up our tent. It rained, and rained, and rained. Our inflatable mattress floating in our tent. We were forced to sleep in the car. It was uncomfortable, but memorable. We loved the Grand Canyon.
I loved my girlfriend (now wife) before we went on that trip, but I think I really fell in love with her during that trip.
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