When we go on these trips we usually go on the older roads that are less used, although we were often on major roads; especially when we were anxious to find a place to spend the night or a place to eat.
There really isn't anything spectacular that happens on these trips, but we enjoy being together, even when we drive for miles with nothing to say to the other. Both of us feel so comfortable that not saying a word is just as comfortable as talking.
Of course we had great conversations and laughed as we normally do as well.
It also gave me an opportunity to take some good photographs, most of which I have Photoshopped. I love my style of photo editing and it's a fun way to give some pop to the pictures.
One of the great things about these photo journeys with John is that sometimes, as he's driving he'll pull over and go back. I always know he sees something and sit up, "What did you see?" I ask, eagerly looking around.
On one occasion, in answer to my "what do you see?" he said, "Well, it's kind of gross, but I think you might like taking a photo of it."
It turned out to be an almost complete skeleton of a cow; completely cleaned, and yes I did want to take photographs. What a great photo to edit.
As I was outside the truck, walking toward the remains of the unfortunate cow, John called out, "You'll be sorry!" I turned, grinned at him and said, "I was thinking that very thing!"
That happens more often than not with us.
The point of these trips is to run away without actually running away. We leave, anxious to get out of town for a few days. As the weekend drew to a close, we were both looking forward to returning home and sleeping in our own beds.
Running away has its advantages. Coming home is one of the best of those advantages.