One Perfect Honeymoon (Bellingwood)

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Authors: Diane Greenwood Muir
they're like little kids. I should have known."
    "Well, put these two down and see what they do."
    Padme wanted nothing to do with it, but Han sniffed around at the food and promptly sat down right on top of it.
    "Well, that should cause some excitement in a little bit," Polly laughed.
    "Like we haven't had plenty already? Where are we going next?"
    "Not very far. There's a meteor hole down the road."
    "This tourist stuff is fun. I guess I knew that America had lots of things to see, but traveling like this, with you, is pretty wonderful."
    Henry drove into the parking lot and ran up to find out about tickets. In moments, he was back.
    "It's eighteen dollars to walk up to the top of those steps and look at the crater. Are you ready for that?"
    Polly looked at him sideways. "A meteor crashed into Arizona and they want to charge me money to walk up a million steps so I can look at a hole in the ground?"
    "What if I look at the hole and take pictures and you stay here with the puppies?"
    She giggled. "I get to shop and you get to do oddball sight-seeing?"
    "Seems like a fair trade-off. I think it's pretty cool. How many times will I get a chance to see where something from outer space crashed into earth?"
    "I guess you're the boy who wanted to be an astronaut. You go. We'll play out here. I'll probably be cleaning up after the pups again anyway."
    When Henry returned, Polly had gotten the puppies settled back into the tub and was resting her eyes.
    "Okay, I had to stop in the visitor's center and buy a t-shirt," he said.
    "That's all?"
    "I just had to have a t-shirt. I didn't want anything else."
    "You're useless."
    "Did you want a t-shirt? I should have gotten one for you."
    "No, that's not it. You just don't seem to get the true spirit of souvenir gift shops."
    "I'll try to do better."

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN

     
    During the trip north toward the Grand Canyon, Polly found herself transfixed by the vistas.
    "Look at that," she gasped and pointed.
    "I see it. What do you suppose it is?"
    She rolled down the window and shot a few pictures with her phone. "We aren't there yet, but wow."
    A few minutes later, she announced, "Well, we missed it."
    "What?"
    "The scenic overlook. That was the Little Colorado River Gorge."
    "Do you want me to turn around and go back?"
    "No, that's fine. Just keep going. We're getting so close I can hardly stand it."
    Henry put his hand on the console and Polly absentmindedly took it in hers. They drove and drove and then Polly heard Henry audibly take a breath. He pulled into a parking spot at a lookout point. She looked up and began to sob.
    "Are you okay, honey?" he asked.
    "Look at that."
    He parked the truck and she sat there, looking at the grand vista in front of her, tears flowing freely. Though she'd seen plenty of pictures, nothing could compare to the reality.
    "Are you going to be okay?"              Henry asked.
    "I'm fine. You go on ahead. I'll be right there."
    "I can wait."
    "No really. Just give me a few moments alone with this."
    He glanced at her again and then took the camera, got out of the truck, and walked to the fence. In a few moments, Polly gathered her emotions and popped the visor down to look at herself in the mirror. Great. Splotchy, red face and bright red-rimmed eyes. There were a lot of people wandering around and she wasn't prepared to share her emotions with all of them, so she put her sunglasses on. One last check on the puppies and she wandered to where Henry was standing.
    He put his arm around her as they stood together, looking out over the grand vista. "Can you imagine what the first people who came across this must have thought?" he asked.
    "It's bigger than I could have ever dreamed," she breathed out.
    "Makes you realize how small we are."
    "All of this," she swept her arm out. "I can barely form words."
    "Majestic," he whispered.
    "That's it," she said softly. "I will never see anything so awe-inspiring again in my

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