Stories From the Trail: Little Moments, Big Memories
We slipped into bath-warm water while a guide scattered crumbs near a coral bommie. Our shy seven-year-old clutched my hand, then pointed breathlessly at a neon parrotfish. By the time his courage bloomed, we were gliding together, counting colors like a floating art class.
Stories From the Trail: Little Moments, Big Memories
Halfway up a gondola line, wind ruffled our hats and doubts crept in. We chose cocoa, a window seat, and a ten-minute story about marmots. Confidence returned with the last sip. We continued upward—and the mountaintop panorama felt doubly earned, sweetened by patience and warmth.