After being reunited in La Verne and even having a few days to take a breath and enjoy being together again, the call came and we were headed to Missoula, MT. As so often happens, it was a day of flying but three days’ drive.
In a perfect example of why I have started this blog again, I already can’t quite remember where I stopped the first night but was probably in Utah. 🤔 What I do remember is by the end of the day’s drive, the weather was so bad and the skies so dark that I called my sister and asked her to check my local weather to make sure I wasn’t driving straight into a tornado. I wasn’t, but it was windy.
The next morning, on the road again to spend the night in Idaho (Twin Falls, maybe?). Wherever it was, it was pretty.
And the adventure continues.
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