Good friend

We first met Dale in Zion National Park, and a week later, his smiling face appeared once more.

“Hey, let’s explore the area!” he exclaimed. So off we went in his car, sightseeing and scouting our route over the mountains.

After losing his wife the previous year, Dale had made a promise to himself: to keep enjoying life until the day he died.


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