Almost over.
Well, the holiday isn't officially over, but I figure by now, Highway 285 and I-70 are bumper-to-bumper, with tired, sleep-deprived, sunburned families heading out of the High Country back towards Denver and dreading having to get up and go to work tomorrow morning. I no longer have to deal with that myself, but I've done it enough to know how it feels.
I figured out long ago that three-day holidays and two-week vacations are simply not enough time to forget your everyday problems and the stress of your job; in fact, you usually arrive home more tired than when you went on a holiday or vacation. But that's the best we get nowadays, so that's what we have to deal with.
I'm glad the holidays are over, and things will be back to normal tomorrow. But in another day or two, the kids will be out of school, which will mean a lifestyle change for folks raising kids and those of us who help raise them.
The Wigwam Motel in Holbrook, Arizona.
Petrified trees at the bottom of a canyon.
Coming back from a walk.