I am so blessed to have had the friendship of one special woman for over thirty years now. She just spent a week in town visiting her father, so that meant I got to see her as well. We even managed a road trip to our favorite park here in the Valley, a secret place we call The Crystal Canyon.
Pam is like my soul sister. When we get together, magical things happen. We got such a kick out of our friendship in its infancy that we actually kept a record of our road trips together. It turned into a thick scrapbook of mementos, pictures and memories, things we would never have remembered if we hadn't taken the time to write them down.
I understand these days you can actually build "Friendship Books" based on the same premise: recording that special time together with a friend. I took our adventures a step further and created a little blog where I can transfer the information from our scrapbook, but an online blog can't take the place of the little mementos that have been collected over the years. She's back home in North Carolina now, I drove back from the airport in a car that was strangely silent after a week with her.
We did listen to Eric Michaels on our trip to the Canyon, and she even called in and made a request but he never played it. (Jocks!) LOL We happened to tune in during Springsteen, though, which Pam had never heard, and now we have a new road tripping song. The lyrics just seemed to fit the mood.
On our first day together we got the giggles trying to take our picture next to a log cabin in Prairie Creek Park. It's not a good picture, none of them were. We were laughing so hard we couldn't keep the camera still. And we couldn't manage to frame ourselves in the shot. Several days later we realized my iPhone has the opton to turn around so you can see what you're framing. Doesn't matter, this is still my favorite shot.