Hay, man. One of my favorite roadtrip views.Lately I have been dreaming of the West. The east coast is really something. Trees everywhere, water in surplus, half a dozen states within a half day drive. American history sites. Church history sites. Boston. NYC. The list goes on. Nevertheless, I keep daydreaming of driving in Twin in Dad's truck, at dusk with the windows down, warm wind blowing. (maybe stopping at Sonic) I think of driving through the outskirts of Boise/Meridian/Nampa breathing in the exquisite smell of the mint fields. Driving from Rexburg to Driggs watching mile after mile of dry farms speed by in a continuous blanket of undulating gold. Sitting on Mom's back porch as the sun goes down conversing with family and friends I miss so much that sometimes I ache. Walking down Highlander in the middle of the night going from Mom's house to our old house after a day of work. I guess the siren is calling me home. There is a full moon out tonight. I mean the kind that makes a cast shadow on everything and allows a person to walk through the woods in the middle of the night without stumbling. I think that is what started my melancholy mood. That and we had the first day of 70 degree temperatures today. Driving. Windows down. Seems to be a recurring theme. Many of my memories involve driving. Road trips with the parents. Mom telling Dad in Mountain Home that she thought she left the iron on. Turning around to make sure. Iron was off. Big blue van. Station wagon. Ford Fiesta trips to Idaho Falls with 4 kids to do dental work. Back and forth to Weiser. Back and forth to Utah. Back and forth to Rexburg. Anniversary trips to Jackson Hole.
Driving with windows down.
Warm wind blowing.
What a great feeling.
Warm.
Windy.
Happy.
Hmmm. Rambling now.
By the way, the background texture in the new header is one of the ampersand patterns.
Over and out.
5 comments:
Buck, you forgot to mention the driving down I-84, windows rolled down, with the sweet smell of the cow poo farms near Twin Falls, or the ubiquitous odor of freshly stewed sugar beets in Canyon County! We miss you bro...
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Funny thing about that is, even cow crap and sugar beets smell sweet from here.
Dorothy said it best, "There's no place like home." Reading your post brings back a lot of good memories. Thanks.
Your ampersand design is awesome! I wish I had half your talent. Love you!
Wow,son. Why do you make me cry? Your memories are my good ones,too. We are also looking forward to you all coming home in July. Even the bad times seem almost good when you have been away for so long. I still have memories of Weiser that I will cherish forever. But, we have to move on in our journey through this life and just try to make a difference wherever we are. You guys have done alot of terrific things in New Hampshire and have had alot of new experiences that have impacted your lives. Hope to see you soon! Love you all, Mom
I spent nearly 32 hours of last week on a road trip to San Diego. I would have given anything to be surrounded by anything green from your neck of the woods.
My bet is that the thing that makes these road trips memorable would be your traveling companions. Being with your family would be great fun regardless of the scenery.
PS I love the ampersands.
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