POST CARDS FROM OLD ROAD TRIPS

I picked these up on a few road trip, going back as far as 12 years ago.

One of my memories on one of them was hearing wolves howling in the distance just before dawn.  We were staying at the Lake Jackson Lodge, and I stepped out on the patio with a blanket wrapped around me. I curled myself up in a chair sipping on a hot drink, with the sight of those magnificent mountains, and listening to this ethereal sound.  An amazing moment, one which I didn’t want to end.  

So many memories from Yellowstone.  On one visit, later than when I bought these postcards, memories of a huge bull elk running toward us.  We had always been warned about staying a safe distance away from wild animals.  This fellow, however, covered three, almost four hundred yards at a fast trot in no time at all, and ran between the back of our car and the one parked behind us.  Why?  Because he wanted to get to the other side of the road!  I just remember him coming towards us, looking as though he was going to jump over our car, only to turn on a dime at the last minute to squeeze through the space behind us.  He disappeared as quickly through the trees beyond.  It was a moment of sheer terror but incredible excitement at the same time as Gregg and I looked at each other wide-eyed.  Moments before I had been thinking about getting out and taking a photo along with dozens of others.  I had opened the car door, had my foot on the ground and when I saw what was happening, put that foot back and slammed the door.  All the other photographers scattered and I heard a lot of car doors slamming.   That bull elk at full tilt was an incredible sight to see, but I was glad that no one was in his way, except for our cars parked alongside the road.  

This is an amazing place.  I was lucky enough to find an empty chair in front of the fireplace.  This one was in mid October, and sitting there and watching the flames, feeling the warmth of a log fire, so toasty!

I enjoy sending postcards to family and friends. It is something I have done ever since I was a little girl. Mum was always very conscientious about sending them, to grandparents in particular.  Whenever I have traveled I never fail to take my list of addresses with me.

Another memory, this time from Seattle and it is to do with a small restaurant we visited.  We were looking across the water at the city skyline.  I can't remember what our main meal was, but what I do remember is the sour dough bread that came with the meal.  It was the best I had ever tasted.

When Gregg used to travel a lot on business (he has been retired several years now) he never failed to bring me back a few, usually from the airport when he was waiting to board. 

Just like looking at other people's photographs, and browsing through my old collection is like armchair traveling. Instead of a suitcase in my hands I have a cup of tea. 

Enjoy your own traveling my friends, be it on the road or via your armchair, and thanks for dropping in.  Stay safe, healthy and happy!