November 1979: Gosh, look how young we were! And still freshly married from the hurriedly planned August ceremony. (No, I wasn't pregnant just didn't want to live in sin. *smile*) I was 23 and still working as an accounting clerk for a small branch office with Mutual Of New York. Hubby was working Cable Repair at BellSouth. Short on time, limited on funds and but full of big dreams, husband suggested we strive for a one week honeymoon in Arizona and Utah a few months after the hitching.
Now, bear in mind, I'm a born and bred Floridian. I had never been "out West". Ever. At the time I was only familiar with patches of sand, scrub brush, salt water and almost year round greenery. Western Mountains and snow where something in pictures that other people got to see. You should have seen my face the first time I saw anything taller than a small skyscraper. I think my exact words where, "Ohhhhhh Woooooow!" I said that a lot that week. Hubby said my eyes stayed big as saucers the whole time. All I know is I felt like I was in my element.
Zion National Park
Now I wanna go back! 'Course I want to have another motorcycle. One must set priorities, you know. *giggle*
I do suggest a vacation to this area, if one is able. It is well worth the trip. There are many more photos here.