KS Roadtrip: Coronado Heights
We wanted the place to ourselves. Nothing like a beautiful sunset in a new place, Coronado Heights, the hill where Francisco Vázquez de Coronado apparently gave up his search for the seven golden cities.
We were planning to do a photo shoot for the blog, starring the most comfortable denim pants in the world. They were a gift from Lee Jeans and Kansas City Fashion Week, and honestly they are like wearing leggings. If I knew how, I could climb mountains or do splits with these jeans.
The point is that we were looking for the perfect conditions ... the golden sunlight, the historical site, the solitude that makes photos easier (without curious glances).
When we arrived there were two people, a middle-aged man and (I assume) his son, who was on a motorcycle, preparing for his adventure. "Okay," we thought, "we can share the place with them."After five magnificent minutes of "shared loneliness" the cars began to arrive; one after another…
We ended up touring our perfect place along with other thirty explorers. We battled against mosquitoes, listened to the music other people chose, we accepted to take more than one photo (just in case someone had their eyes closed) to an unknown family. We understood that although we sometimes want to, we are not alone, and after all, that is not so bad. Instead of four happy people watching the sunset, we were many; coexisting with similarities and differences.
When the sun went down completely, we returned to the car; to the dusty road that runs down the hill, and then extends towards the horizon. It seems endless, next to the fields. We have a long way to go.