The road between Superior and Globe, Arizona, was closed.

It’s kind of symbolic to life, isn’t it.

You make a plan, you encounter a hurdle, you work your way around it.

We took the 60-mile detour through b;oeautiful desert vistas and enjoyed the ride, happy to be on the road again. The extra miles put us near City of Rocks State Park, our destination, just as the sun set.

City of Rocks is one of our favorites, where your campsite is nestled next to volcanic tuff formations, an otherworldly landscape.

We got out our new pan to heat up the peanut-sesame noodles Tom had cooked before leaving home, and, oops, no propane. It seems that when we had some lines repaired, a few months ago, they must have drained the system, which makes sense. But we didn’t remember to refill it.

No worries. The noodles can be eaten cold and were just as delicious.

Tired from the drive, I read only one chapter of The Shadow Catcher, A Novel, by Marianne Wiggins to Tom before my eyes drooped. We snuggled under our newly laundered comforters, luxuriating in the not-100-degree temperatures and drifted off.

I woke early enough to watch the sunrise, unheard of when I’m in sticks and bricks, and listened to an owl hooting for a friend.

At 10, we rolled out our yoga mats next to the rocks and stretched the miles out of our old bones.

Life is good today.