Ok, I admit it. I don’t like bouncing around in a dang Jeep, and I don’t see the thrill in holding on while he deliberately drives over every rock on the mountain.

And please don’t get me started on the drives placing us six inches from a 100-foot drop… on dirt.

Not fun.

He doesn’t see why anyone would want to stare at a flower for twenty minutes and take fifty photos of the same thing; or sit on a rock waiting for a mountain bluebird to return to the exact branch it was on yesterday.

We are who we are.


I am a terrible passenger, and his patience is questionable, so our strategy on this road called life, is to meet compromise.

What he knows, on this particular adventure, is I will complain the whole way.

What I know, is he will pretend not to hear me.

But what we both know, is eventually he will stop, and eventually I will get out, because that road that he calls fun, brings me to mine. fullsizeoutput_221a

And to his.


Meet compromise.

Don’t blink.

Enjoy this ride called life.


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