Carl and I pulled off to the side of the interstate somewhere along the Columbia River between Pendleton and Biggs. It just looked so beautiful I couldn’t resist and I was so tired and stressed from the weekend, I couldn’t sit in the truck on that endless stretch of road between Ashland and M-F for one more minute without stretching my legs and having a bit of adventure. : )
Which leads me to yet another of the many reasons I am in love with Carl. When I made my lightning fast decision to pull over and run all over the countryside, the Captain (as he is now, often called :) was fast asleep in the passenger seat no doubt dreaming pleasant dreams about even more sleep seeing as how he got so little of it. He didn’t even open his eyes till I said his name and then he just smiled and reached for the dog leash.
He is always up for anything and since the day I met him ten years ago he has always been able to throw Plan A out the window on a whim for a Plan B that is rarely, in actuality, a plan at all. He loves spontaneous adventures, he loves all my wild ideas and even aides and abets my constant trespassing along every beautiful highway or byway.
He’s definitely a keeper. : )
