River Road

This husband and I…

Took a drive up River Road...it’s a long road…that follows…the river...

Speed limit..20 mph...so this Sunday-driver-every-day-of-the-week only had to pull over twice…to let pesky trucks pass…

Lovely scenery…lots of road…lots of river…but sadly…river access was limited to just one camp area…a ranger greeted us…gave us directions to the free river access…and told us to sign the clipboard on the picnic table…

Do you know…how many picnic tables…are in a campground…we drove…and walked…looking for the elusive clipboard…thinking it must be near…the entrance to the river…

But no…that clipboard…and that picnic table…was tucked up beside the convenience shop…that was closed for the season…just behind….where the ranger had been standing…

It’s times like these…when one statement…made way back in the 90s...by that pizza making brother of mine…kind of haunts this old gal…

You may be book smart…he said…wagging his pizza poking fork while he talked…but you ain’t got no common sense…

Touche’…

Forty years later…his baby sister may have to admit...that sometimes…big brothers…really do…know a thing or two…
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And this husband of mine…agrees...