I met her in Palo Duro Canyon, a state park just south of Amarillo. A church youth group held a picnic and a few dozen of us were there for food and various activities under the sprawling cottonwood trees that lined the creek that wound through the dry canyon. About mid-day, almost everyone decided to head over to the horse corrals and do some riding. Not me. I knew about the caves near the Lighthouse, a stone formation in the canyon, and I wanted to do some cave crawling. Only one person wanted to go with me.
I was a late bloomer. We were both in high school, but other than events mandated by parents or school organizations, I had never dated. It was quite new for me when I asked her out to get something at the A&W drive in.
By now, we have visited all the states, most of Canada, some of Europe and Africa. Any excuse will do. We've chased hurricanes, and I've begun to think that they've started chasing us. A few years ago were great, when we were on the road more than we were at home. This year is a little slow, with medical problems slowing us down, but it won't stop us. I'm posting this one to show up automatically on Saturday because we just might be on the road then. Not sure where. We tend to take interesting roads as they come.
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