

This family wore identical green shirts that glowed in the daytime.
This for my brothers…
I loved to watch families on our journey…a pod of people with a common mission if not a common linage. Their primary mission: never become separated, loose one of their own or fall from any high places. Once we heard a mother's cry for a temporarily lost child. I never want to hear that sound again. Each family takes different measures to maintain their gaggle. Mothers snatch, yank, pull and plead. Fathers grunt and bark. Herding a family is tuff business…like herding cats. The greater the distant from where these families traveled to visit this awesome and dangerous place, the greater their focus and determination to stay together. My admiration for "family" increased with every mile we traveled. Many times in uncomfortably high places I half expected to hear my mothers screams from my childhood, "Get down on your knees!!!!" Why not? At times on this trip I was already there myself.













