As Wade, Paige and I Backed ourselves out of the main room of Laurel’s house, spreading a fine, smooth, earth plaster over the floor, Jimi Hendrix’s “Castles Made of Sand” came on the radio. We realized together that not only is this the most succesful ‘sand castle’ we’d ever built, but it is the most beautiful. It is one that will not be swept away but incessant waves, it will not be stomped to smithereens by spazzy little boys. It will not be inhabited by varieties of crabs, small birds and bits of seaweed. Instead people, humans, will live in this house, namely a beautiful, hard-working Laurel Hagen. It will last hundreds of years, or at least 40, and there is no immediate worry about waves here in the high desert.
Wade put the finishing touches on the entryway just as the last bit of daylight disintegrated behind the Moab Rim. We were cold and liberated, squinting in darkness and slight disbelief that were done…ish.