It seems the men I know the best, my husband and my father, have the same disability. They are unable to drive to their destination and turn around and go back home. I have ended up on a few precarious roads with my dad. One where my mother and sisters got out of the truck and walked down the mountain, leaving my father and I to measure the clearance from the oil pan to the rocks ourselves.
The most common place I end up with Boyd is headed west to the Bird Refuge, simply because it is on the same road as our farm.
The Bear River Club
The Chesapeake
Wow--you have done 15 posts in February and it's only the 20th:)
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