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Brad Borders's avatar

Brilliant! I felt like I was on that trip with ya’ll.

Well done Scout!

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Andy Beth's avatar

Vaguely remember some pretty epic hiking trips with a red-bearded Viking through Appalachia, pulling from my memory bank, too, Brad Borders ... no small things, those.

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Brad Borders's avatar

Yes, my Viking beard has more white in it now but it’s still wild and free

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Andy Beth's avatar

As it (we) should be…

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Margaux's avatar

LOVE this. Dying to do a Route 66 road trip soon!

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Lisa's avatar

Beautiful. The pacing, the descriptiveness. Just gorgeous.

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Andy Beth's avatar

Thank you for reading, Lisa… and (always) for sharing your insights. No small things 🫶🏻

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Lisa's avatar

I am a lover of good writing. ❤️

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Andy Beth's avatar

🫶🏻💜🙏🏻🌈 Same, wahine, SAME.

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Wrestling Against Time's avatar

Great share and tribute to what seems like an amazing part of your journey.

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BDear's avatar

That road trip lives big in my memory too. It’s still my favorite type of trip. Makes me want to get in the car and go! Bullweena over and out

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Andy Beth's avatar

The CB stories! I just remember looking back and (not realizing then) but thinking how thoughtful (and terrified!) grandad must have been to warn the other truckers that his grandkiddo was on the buzz… pretty sure we got the PG version of the convos that way… I´d imagine we missed out some “real humdingers” as Scotty would say. Roger that. Pippy Roo… Drewsie Bob… over!

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Andy Beth's avatar

DO it, GURL!!!!!

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Lady Libertea's avatar

This was a beautiful and moving story. There is an old country song that whenever I hear I sob uncontrollably called Teddy Bear. It’s the story of a little boy who has lost his father and the truckers who show up to give him one more ride. In this piece I felt that echo and the familiar pulling at the corners of my eyes it always invokes. Not all who wander are lost, sometimes they are just at home on the road. In between.

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