Just returned from a 2,508 mile road trip with my family. Minnesota, Iowa, Nebraska, Colorado. And back. Many happy memories made, including trick-or-treating as a platoon of Army ants with our Colorado relatives. Plus fine, fond times with new friends and old friends. Generally upbeat demeanors mile after mile although dad has to work at this the most and was failing there at the end.
Thank you to my wife who is the impetus behind these events, to our neighbors who tend the chickens, and to Mills who hides behind the garage with a shotgun (metaphorically or not, you decide) while we are absent.
Favorite memory: Freeze tag at rest areas, and hiking to Doc Holliday’s putative grave in the Colorado sun/snow.