Dear Diary:
Day 2 - Accidentally separated from my wife and kids at a fork in the Oregon Trail. They took the Northern route. My trusty best friend, a handful of mayflies and I took what seemed - at times - the Donner road. And it was no party.
We labored through rough, under-constructed roads, rush hour Windy City traffic, and the monotony of shallow conversations. We ate what we could find in the corners of our prairie schooner. When things got lean, Mars gazed at me as protein - and I at him.
Thunderstorms proved a blessing, as a snowstorm would have likely doomed us as a macabre legend.
Instead, a storybook reunion with our party in the land of cheeseheads and my childhood dreams - Green Bay WI, with the morning sun bathing Lambeau on the Western horizon.
Day 2 - Accidentally separated from my wife and kids at a fork in the Oregon Trail. They took the Northern route. My trusty best friend, a handful of mayflies and I took what seemed - at times - the Donner road. And it was no party.
We labored through rough, under-constructed roads, rush hour Windy City traffic, and the monotony of shallow conversations. We ate what we could find in the corners of our prairie schooner. When things got lean, Mars gazed at me as protein - and I at him.
Thunderstorms proved a blessing, as a snowstorm would have likely doomed us as a macabre legend.
Instead, a storybook reunion with our party in the land of cheeseheads and my childhood dreams - Green Bay WI, with the morning sun bathing Lambeau on the Western horizon.
Regrets to miss a connection with my Pioneer shooting guard soul mate David ‘Boo’ Peake and his partner Jackie. But thankful to be alive and moving the wagon train yet forward to Oregon.
Love your reference to the Donner Party- got a great chuckle reading your prose! Safe travels!!
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