Diane wrote:Other than puking, I hope Lola and Bernie had as much fun on that old switch back road that most tourists do. Bob claimed that it is no longer closed at night, assuring Bernie that there would be no problem--naturally, hoping for a spectaculat headline in the paper about how two tourists from Portland survived a crash, screaming something about that maniac from ABQ who lied through his teeth.
We had such an awful time that we are hoping they return as soon as possible so that we can get more of that awful feeling of friendship and good will.
And now comes shewolf and family. God, are we masochistic or what?
Not only did we puke on Sunday, but on Monday, we retraced our path to head out on the route Dys had suggested. This was the most breath taking drive of my life! Bernie and I cursed Di and Dys all day for subjecting us to such breathtaking beauty! If we liked Dys at all, or if he had better taste in women's breasts, we would thank him profusely for his direction. But since we don't and he doesn't, we'll just thank Sally Dog instead.
But that road up the side of that mountain.......I thought maybe Diane and Dys had us mistaken for Thelma and Louise. Did you and Dys really drive that road with your camper?
