Jess and I took our rental SUV (I like to call it an SVU--it's a Dodge Durango) up north to Hellhole Phoenix (driving to good) into Flagstaff and to the Grand Canyon. We had the behemoth vehicle because Jess's truck-truck had been killed by a careless shop boy as her oil was being changed and her brakes were being fixed. Idee Fixe!
So we went to the Canyon Grand, felt touristic desperation, slept in the SUV (it was very cold), ate some food, saw the view again, watched the IMAX version of the G.C., then drove home, whereupon we unpacked, drank wine, and watched the first half of Before Sunset, and waxed poetic about Love and Meaning.
So I want to keep this groove.