Well, we know what the worst part of the trip is! Packing up to go home. Folding up lawn chairs, dumping cooler water, sweeping mats, hooking up the truck to go wait in line at the dump station. Fun stuff! The end of another fabulous summer camping weekend.
Today we returned home from another Labor Day weekend with my sister and her family, as we’ve done for many years. It doesn’t matter if it’s far away or close to home, get away weekends have only increased my desire to travel.
Bill and I have this thing where, as we’re driving home, we ask each other our favorite part of the weekend. It just occurred to me today to start journaling those high points, a memory book of sorts, something to look through at a later date and relive our favorite moments.
Since our first date in October of 2002 (Night of Destruction Demolition Derby at the Kalamazoo Fairgrounds) we have embarked on adventures of all kinds – motorcycle road trips, camping weekends, snowmobiling, drag and oval racing weekends. I can look back on our years and know what a great time we’ve had, but I wish I’d have recorded those favorite moments, ones that may not have been captured in my photos.
It’s time to start! We have several more excursions planned for the year and several more after the snow flies. Photos capture only so much, and memories fade.
How about you? What do you do to really capture the memories of a good time?
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“A happy life is just a string of happy moments. But most people don’t allow the happy moments, because they’re so busy trying to get a happy life.” -Abraham