Our road twists and bends, but it never ends
When Tracey was a little girl and would see something she wanted at
the store, she would look at her mother with Bambi eyes and say, "I
wish I had my dollah." She told me it worked everytime. Fore warned is
fore armed. Her tactic, seemingly passed down to another generation of
shoppers, had no traction on this daddy.
The kids didn’t fret over posing for this shot.
[Photo by Kate
152.5 miles: Fran’s is one of those local joints tourists miss–unless you have a hankerin for a burger in one of three sizes, called out from counter-to-grill in some arcane code lost to us carnivores. Oh, and don’t bring your American Express, or Visa or Discover for that matter. They only take dead presidents at Fran’s.
Zuzu likes those fries!
[Photo by Stella]
100.3 miles: How is it bugs are able to hit the windshield in the
exact center of your field of vision? Do you suppose they have classes
for this in bug flight school? At least they can’t do it twice.
