Excerpt from “Indelible” (memoir in progress):
The next year we rented a cabin. Camping required loading so much equipment, and Jim had always done that.
“While I load the supplies, you need to pack your duffle bag,” I told Jim.
A short time later, he came out of the bedroom with his bulging bag. “I’m done,” he said. “Let’s hit the road.”
I went in the bedroom to grab my purse and noticed his underwear drawer open. It was empty.
I opened the duffle bag and found it stuffed with boxer shorts and socks, every pair he owned. The remainder of the bag was full of the paper towel squares that he was always folding.
Repacked and ready to go, we were soon on our way to Colorado. By this time, I drove most of the time.
When we got to Estes Park, we decided to drive my Nissan up Fall River Road. Jim loved to videotape everything and he thoroughly enjoyed the ride. He videotaped every animal, rock, and flower we saw.
We drove the narrow one-way dirt road to the top of the mountain and spent some time at the visitor’s center. Rather than drive to Never Summer Ranch, I decided to take Trail Ridge Road back to Estes Park. As we traversed the winding road along the barren tundra, vertigo set in and I began to get nervous about driving. I pulled into a scenic overlook parking lot.
“Honey, I can’t stand driving this road with those drop offs.”
“I’ll drive,” Jim said. We traded places, and he expertly drove down the mountain with one hand on the steering wheel, totally relaxed. As soon as we got to lower ground, I took the wheel to get us through the more complex traffic in Estes Park.
Copyright © December 2016 by L.S. Fisher