Day 1
Friday, September 7th ( from Trine's Journals)
Somewhere just
across the border into
Running around like a dog chasing its own tail I finally managed to
get everything packed, gave my only plant a glass of water, and the neighbor a
key. This harrowing time schedule was only possible due to the fact that Jerry
was an hour late. Let me tell you a little about Jerry. First of all he goes by
COG, Crusty Old Geezer, and however much I would like to claim that I came up with
that I can’t. Second, there is absolutely nothing crusty, old, or geezer-like
about him; he is 3 going on 3˝, crisp in his jokes, and can drink more Diet
Coke than even the freshest teenager could dream of. Jerry and I both work at
REI in
PS.
The only reason for his
tardiness was that he was helping out his sister who suddenly had a photo
crisis – you know those unreliable electronic kinds!
The red truck pulled up in front of my house and everything got
thrown in the back. This was our 4-wheeled home for the next three weeks of
grand adventure. Jerry had added a topper and built a raised bed in the back
with added carpet. I couldn’t have asked for a better room.
I-24 West was our road, Country Music our entertainment, and peanut
butter crackers our food source, this was how we got to
“On The Road Again” as only Willie could sing it boomed over the
speakers, while the Arch, the river, and the hills went by all along with the
miles. The stars came out and our eyelids got heavier. The night was spent
comfortably tucked into a sleeping bag on a REI Lite-Core sleeping pad in the back of the truck some where in a Rest
Area on I-29 in South Dakota