Cabaz-ssic Park I’m not sure what was bigger- the size of my eyes or the decibel reading of my eight-year-old squeal. It shimmered in the distance. The oasis in the desert. We were almost there. My grandfather hardly pulled off the road when I tumbled across the back-bench seat of his hulking 1980-something GMC crew cab, threw the heavy door open, and ran through the settling dust cloud to stand rapturously in the shadow of oasis. I was here, standing amongst history. Basking in the connection to lives lived before me. And it was even more glorious than it seemed…
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