Speaking of the Jeep, Michelle and I just passed “Old Bessie” on to one of her cousin’s kids. That car is on her second engine, second transmission, 3rd differential rebuild and still going strong at 270k miles. I love that car. Between the bike grease on the backseats, the perma-funk and mud stained carpets, it’s a total wonder that Michelle gave me the time of day, let alone agreed to marry me. Old Bessie drove all over the country, up to Canada and down to Mexico, North Carolina, Florida and back. Lots of awesome campsites were found with her four-wheel drive and high ground clearance.

I’m not a car person at all. But, I do have strong feelings associated with the memories I have and the smells, sensations and pictures in my head of some of the awesome experiences I have had. And many of those memories include a really old, solvent-infused, sand-filled  jeep.

Later Bessie.

Yesterday Michelle was riding home from the grocery store and stopped out front where Payton and I were goofing off. I picked him up, hopped on her little mountain bike and rode around out front. Payton started hooting and doing a little baby version of “yeeee-haawww!” It was AWESOME! I can’t wait until he is old enough to race me up See Canyon and Old Creek Road.