I was nine or ten.
Dad and I had been driving for what felt like hours — down an interstate, then a highway, then a county road.
Eventually we turned down a dirt road. Wrong way. Back to the main road. Then again. And again.
We were in an old Dodge Woody…not exactly the vehicle one would want for such soft roads. Dad was undeterred.
Each time we got stuck he would say, “Another adventure.”
We finally found what he thought was the correct dirt road. The van’s wheels spun in the soft dirt. “I hope we don’t get stuck.” was an ever-present thought. We were in the middle of nowhere and before the age of mobile phones.
There was a barrel in the road. He got out and moved it. Then a fallen tree. He moved that, too.
Each time we found an obstacle he would say, “Another adventure.”
We had many adventures that day, all with a smile.
We finally reached the place we were searching for.
But that was never the point.
Remember that happiness is a way of travel, not a destination. Roy M. Goodman
Written with fond memories of Dad.
“I want to squeeze every drop out of life.” was his go-to line.
Last updated: 2022 (v1)