On this day, 35 years ago, my late husband, Howard, our friend, Denny and I set out for the wild west. We were so young and free! It was to be a trip of a life time – traveling and camping throughout this great country of ours.
Howard and Denny were living in Cincinnati at the time and I was in Cleveland. So they took a small detour to come and pick me up. We didn’t travel far that first day making it only to a campground in Indiana.
The first few days were a blur. We wanted to get to the Black Hills as quickly as possible. Once there, we spent a few days catching our breath and drinking in the land. It was beautiful, peaceful!
We spent the next couple of months zigzagging across the United States visiting some of the most wonderful, untouched lands that existed years ago. We had such a great time! And we even got long well – most of the time. You learn a lot about someone when you are driving hours on end, sharing a small tent and letting go of your defenses. You learn a lot about yourself too.
We almost lost Howard when he was fishing and fell into Slough Creek. Denny got sick and went bonkers (so did I) when Howard wanted us to camp in the snow. Howard and I had been talking about living together, but our relationship almost ended in the Big Horn Mountains over a Christmas tree.
No matter what the three of us went through together on that trip, we always look back at it with fond memories. Memories that are now 35 years old. I can’t believe how much time has slipped by me.
Wasn’t it just last night that grizzly bear was banging on the side of our tent?