Thursday, October 19, 2017

Day 307 CJSM-book IV


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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