Part 9: Gas up and Homeward Bound

Nostalgia aside, we make our way into the gas station where I fill and top off the fuel tank well aware it’s more than enough to get home but not taking any chances.

Grab a few more drinks as I’m still dying of thirst after our enjoyable 2 mile push along interstate 10 in Arizona when it’s about 85°.

My wife looks me in the eyes and softly asks if I could drive the rest of the way home. She was very tired and sore from our misadventure (as was I).

I loved her dearly still on those days so I obliged her and she slept the remaining hour plus until we arrived home. Singing as I always did when I drove soothing her as she rested. It was another of our misadventures that I would never soon forget…

I cranked up my favorite playlist and saying all the way home while she rested peacefully in the passenger seat, our current adventure and misadventure at an end.

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