Some of you out there have lots of great memories of camping in your travel trailer. We had a trailer at one time and a big pick up truck to pull it down the highway. While we had our trailer we were in a couple of dangerous high wind situations and had tornadoes pass on two sides of us while we huddled in a concrete block restroom with 40 other campers, dogs and kids. Not such a treasure of an experience. And then there was this:
We packed our trailer, hitched it to our truck, grabbed our two small dogs, and drove from Texas to Minnesota for a wedding. While there, my husband contracted pneumonia. Armed with drugs for him, I elected to drive home. No reception, no wedding. We stopped in a parking lot in Iowa for the night. Two-hour stretches the next day and quick stops led us into Texas by ten that night. Thick traffic surrounded me in Dallas as our precious caravan crept through, almost home. He remembers nothing. An angel rode beside me to keep us safe.
I could give you many more details of this trip, but suffice it to say it was one of the most harrowing of my life. It's your turn. Got a picture that reminds you of a story. Write it up and post it to your blog, then come back and join me here to share it with others.