Canyonlands, Castanets, and the Circle We Draw

Desert myths, ancestral ghosts, and learning not to pace the same emotional loop

Some things are better late than never.

We were supposed to take this trip months ago, before leukemia decided to crash the party and flip the board. But here we are: late summer, 20+ hours chasing red rock horizons and some overdue family magic. Me, the kids, the desert, and the Bronco loaded like a pioneer wagon, minus the disintary.

This wasn’t just an…