Notes From The Road 1.1
A few days ago I was sitting in my truck outside a restaurant in Watertown, NY, waiting to join my grandma and aunt for breakfast. An elderly man approached the drivers window and motioned for me to roll it down.
What followed was a 5 minute conversation about his former camper, a 21 foot Winnebago. Oh how he loved her so!
He told me stories of his 1999 trip to Montana, the 2003 voyage to the Smoky Mountains, her lovely interior, her smooth handling, their Sunday drives together. They parted ways a few years back when his wife (possibly joking) told him it was either her, or the Winnebago.
As we said goodbye he wished me safe travels with the most wistful look in his eyes.