Not All Who Wander Are Lost
It was a rough Winter, ran out of propane a time or two because we had to pay up front. Wood stove didn't really heat the place that well, so we started talking about going somewhere warmer like the Southwest. We thought about going somewhere where we wouldn't freeze to death. By the time my Guard obligation was done in late Summer we had decided on Seattle, thought maybe I could get a job with Boeing because of my Air Force experience.
We loaded as much as we could into an old station wagon and dropped the kids at their grandparents. We headed West, went as far as Grand Forks, ND, then headed North to Winnipeg. There we got on the Trans-Canada hwy.
All the while we were traveling we were singing a song, The Gambler. We especially related to the lines, "You got to know when to hold them, know when to fold them. Know when to walk away, know when to run."
Anywho, we drove West through Canada until in British Columbia when we were straight up from Seattle we turned South. When we got to the Seattle area we got a motel room with a kitchenette and started looking for work.
Macrum does a song at the end of his posts, so I'll try that too.
