I’m A Jerk

Black And White Photography, Emilio, Photography

Lower Antelope Canyon
Page AZ

OK, all right. I admit it. I can be a jerk at times. Before we were married, Lynn wanted to surprise me with a trip to Antelope Canyon and Monument Valley. That’s a drive of 285 miles one way. When we drove into the parking lot, I had a mini meltdown and refused to go on the tour because there were about 25 or 30 other people waiting in line before us and I hate crowds. I thought we were going to explore the canyon alone, I guess. (I’ll take a break here so you can all laugh.)

Well, do NOT make the same mistake I almost made. Lynn coaxed and coddled till I relented. And it was one of the most exhilarating, exciting natural wonders of the southwest United States I’ve ever seen, rivaled only by Monument Valley, the Grand Canyon, and Arches National Park. And maybe one or two others.

Don’t all you men wish you had a woman like mine? Who’ll put up with your shenanigans? And don’t all you women believe that all we men are still just 13-year-old brats who have to always have our way? And throw tantrums if we can’t?

To this day, I have no idea why Lynn decided to marry me. Maybe she felt sorry for me and thought she could change me? I know she’s still trying.