On the drive from the Salt Lake City airport to my aunt’s house in Soda Springs Idaho, I spent a lot of time reflecting on all of the times I have used her house as a stopover when I was on a journey. When I was going to college in Billings Montana and my family lived in Arizona and Nevada, my brother Darren and I would drive my little Mazda pickup with Apollo and Lobo (my cat and dog). We made the trip every summer and Christmas break and would stop there on the way to where we were going, and on the way back. I got married and my husband Jack started joining me on my trips, then my daughter Jordan came along and we moved to Nevada and our trips became less frequent. Then Jack got sick and we didn’t make the trip for a few years and when they started again, it was just me and my girls on our way to our summer vacation. In 2017 I made the trip for the last time with Jack on my way to Montana with his ashes. I have stood on the edge of my aunt’s lawn and ...
A bit of gibberish from my brain every now and then.