Today in Bandelier National Park, my family reminded me how lucky I am.
Worried about getting a campsite, we left Santa Fe late in the morning. By the time we found a shady spot in the Juniper Campground, it was near lunch. To celebrate Father's Day, we divided our Pie Town peach pie in quarters, and I ate under a Ponderosa pine while pulling my presents out of a bag.
John Michael gave me a cool 2012 calendar of art deco-style National Park posters. From Ted came a book about the Navajo code talkers. And, big surprise, Michele gave me a handsome silver Navajo/Hopi bracelet she bought behind my back from the Hanrahans in Pie Town. John Hanrahan, after wearing it for more than 20 years, was selling it at the flea market where we met. I liked it, but unsure of its quality, had passed.
But when Ruth Hanrahan, seeing my interest, secretly approached Michele with a Father's Day suggestion, my dear wife recognized a good deal.
I love my bracelet, calendar and book. But I love my family the most. What a great Father's Day.
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