Dear Steph~We’ve done our share of road trips and adventures you and I, so I want to share this. In a way it reminds me of you. You were with me on one particular stretch of road in Scott’s truck heading South to Lake Powell. I’ll never forget it. We were dusty and blurry eyed from too much sun, beer and road. It was getting to be dusk and so many crossing signs were posted. I should have slowed down but I didn’t want to so I was scanning the road ahead for antelope because I was NOT going to hit one. The road flew by under our wheels. There was some good music playing. I don’t know about you but I was in a ‘flow’. That night we pitched a tent in 50mph winds and looked out over Lake Powell. Those were the days hey. Here’s another story from the road.