Three Little Beers

As a solo parent for the past 10 days, I kept drinking to a thin minimum.  These three beers were personal celebrations, tributes to separate accomplishments. They all tasted especially great given what preceded them.

 The Joshua Tree beer was enjoyed only after traveling over 1000 miles, securing a site in a full campground, setting up the tent, and deciding where in said tent we were all going to sleep.  Dinner was about to be cooked and three little girls were finally going to sleep a night at our farthest and much anticipated destination.

That beer on the shelf of the bathroom was enjoyed amidst four glorious showers that took this crew from dusty and tangled, to clean and appropriate for the El Tovar hotel. Well, as appropriate as this crew gets, that is.

And finally, I lifted one to the journey that covered 2311 miles and ended us back on our block, safe and sound. Cheers.