More Of My Anti-Anti-Clutter Campaign

One of the
first stops we made after leaving the safety of California was in Sedona,
Arizona, half sleepy little artists enclave, half resort spa. (I understand
that Sedona has changed drastically over the decades, but back then, it was a
sweet little place that reminded us of Ojai or La Jolla before their own tourist
invasions.) We camped among red rocks and evergreen trees along a little creek
that had carved a path through the red sandstone, and bundled ourselves against
the cold to explore trails headed into rocky wilderness.
A highlight
of our stay in Sedona, was our Pink Jeep Adventure, a wild ride in the back of
a brightly painted Jeep that carried us bouncing and sliding and whooping and
laughing for several hours out into remote canyons and creek beds. Dean, at two-and-a-half, was
wildly excited and could not stop smiling. I do not know if he still remembers
that adventure first hand, or just remembers the event from its hundreds of
re-tellings and scrapbook viewings.


The music
box, a favorite piece of my clutter collection, sits today on my dresser next to a photo of Dean I took just before we departed
on our "grand tour" in 1987. He loved to play dress up, and that day he was wearing a golden
crown and looks so much like the little clown on the box, giant blue eyes, serious expression of confidence, sincere happiness. Dean is now thirty-something and
probably has few occasions to wear a crown or otherwise dress up (except at
Hallowe’en), and I hope he doesn't mind a bit of nostalgia posted here.
U r terrific!,
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