Ah, road trips—what could be better? Grab some Twizzlers and a cool beverage, put on your shades and turn up the music, and you’re set—so long as fellow vehicles, semis, logging trucks, and milk tankers behave themselves . . .
Which, I’m happy to report, they did. As a matter of fact, we came upon one slow vehicle on the highway—one, people! And get this—they pulled to the side so we could pass, easily. A truly open road in this day and age? Why, it’s practically unheard of! It was a road trip miracle . . .
Want to know another anomaly? Greenery amid the high desert, in the middle of August . . .
That’s just crazy talk. But we’ll take it, because it totally helped us arrive in fine fashion . . .
Did I write? Um, no, no, I did not—I wrote nary a word. Instead, I totally crashed the party (seriously, how cute is my mum?) . . .
Of course, I also had to snap a photo or two of stray dogs—such as this brave fellow . . .
His back legs were paralyzed, so he walked on his front legs. I loved him to bits—almost as much as I loved meeting the Burns High class of 1972. What fun to meet the people, long heard about in stories!
At the dinner on Saturday the wife of one of the classmates came over to me: I just wanted to thank you for coming—just looking at you . . . that’s how we still feel on the inside. You’re such a good reminder. Funny thing, the more time spent with them, the more I saw them that way as well.: jocks and cheerleaders, party animals and bookworms. They’ve traveled, learned, and experienced a lot in the last 40 years. Through good times and bad, they’ve become the people they are today—a lot like they were in high school, only better.
And from the sound of things, they don’t intend to stop while they’re ahead. They keep planning and dreaming—those plans and dreams just happen to include a few more grandchildren.
In that, they serve as a good reminder . . .
In life, as on the road, grand adventure awaits–you’ve just got to keep moving forward . . .