Playing Rock-Paper-Scissor to see which of us would drive the rent-a-car. After a flight to Denver from New York, during which we drank Heineken after Heinekan.
Driving over switchbacks through the Rockies. At night. With an squeaky-breaked 18-wheeler behind us.
Getting knocked into the frigid Animus River in level-5 rapids during our first white-water-rafting experience.
How many lives did I burn through during one road trip?
the saturated grass
for 15th August 2020 prompt: Gerry Muse #220 (occasional tanka prose)One of my Nine Lives
and Poets and Storytellers United’s Writers’ Pantry #33: Gotta Love the Classics (posted by Rommy)
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I doubt I could survive a switchback in the Rockies with a squeaky-braked 18-wheeler behind me, and Level One rapids would be quite risky enough for me and my water-terror! Can’t wait to hear about your next adventure!
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Enjoyed reading of these wild adventures – and so glad I was not the one living them, lol.
The prose and poetry meet in the middle of this adventure.
Those squeaky wheels keep on echoing in my head. A ginormous vehicle making funny noises is never a good companion. Still, I enjoyed the trip.
I’d love to take a road trip right now, but I’m afraid of burning through what’s left of the life I have. 😉