Day 307
On the all-night
drive back from Colorado,
Becky watched
Mom nod off in the car.
Dad laid his
head back to rest his head and
Mom woke up and
yelled “Carl!” and slaps
him in the
chest.
Reckon
I sure enough pulled some real “boners” in my time & space. Yeah! I reckon
so!
We
have vacationed in colorful Colorado on myriad adventures with the entire
family; I don’t even like to go anywhere, any more, if the entire tribe cannot
go along. With school and jobs and other interests in our “busy” world-wind,
getting the entire clan together is nearly impossible.
I
seem to “fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants” as a matter of practice. Seldom will I
accede to the “necessity” of making motel reservations when we travel, save the
times we went out of the country; then, I sided on the side of better judgment
than I generally exercise.
Several
ventures to Colorado found us stranded for the night without benefit of
lodging; my ingenuity always
discovered a “miracle” to save the day; my Independent-Individual
acumen usually managed to see us through---well…all the time but, once.
Taking
in a Colorado-Rockies baseball game on our final day on vacation, we set out
about 10:30 pm from Denver on an eastward trek headed home planning to motel
overnight in Kansas.
Uh!
Oh! No reservations. We tried town
after town until
2
am---no luck! The great state of Kansas was holding its annual State-Fair and
every bless-ed cowboy, and girl, was out and about and all the rooms were
full---Hmm!...No room at the Inn!? As it were!
We
pulled into a motel in Hays and---“No rooms!” We slept in the car in the
parking lot.
Leaving
at dawn with only a few hours sleep, we headed east into the rising sun.
Everyone
was exceptionally quiet; sleeping, or trying to, while I pushed on toward the
sun.
At
some point, I laid my head back against the headrest; Candy caught the motion
and thought that I had fallen asleep driving. She loudly called, “Carl!”
and slapped me in the chest. Wow!
I
really was fully awake; apparently, she was taking no chances. Hmm!
Lesson-learned.
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Reservations? What are
reservations!?” Memories!
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