Good friend

We first met Dale in Zion National Park. A week later, we came across his smiling face again.

“Hey, let’s tour the area!” he declared, and off we went in his car to sightsee plus scope out our route over the mountains.

Dale’s wife had died the year before, and he had promised himself to keep on enjoying life until the day he died.

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