Down Highway 20

…and getting locked in bathroom stalls at truck stops. Most times I think it’s great when the doors go clear down to the floor. Gives a person more of a feeling of privacy. But when you get locked inside one and the space down at the bottom is real small, you start rethinking. Thankfully after awhile I heard someone come in the door so I hollered for help. This kind human actually got the door open from the outside and I barreled out in relief. Besides that, life has been fai

Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in… Where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. -John Muir One of the main places I go to feel alive and to calm any fears is the great outdoors. Something about the fresh air, the wide openness of the sky, and so many little miracles everywhere I look. Springtime especially thrills me. After a cold dreary winter, what is more comforting than the sight of crocuses pushing through the soil, daffo

WAIT, WHAT? I haven’t been having any flies but the time has sure been fun. Days seem to race past, and before I know it, they turn into weeks. Here’s a short rundown of life down Highway 20. There’s been trucking. Passing the long hours with a thrilling audiobook. Catching up with the hubs and laughing at our own jokes. There’s been Parts Runs…I’m the kinda girl that loves running for parts. Something about that feeling of being somewhat knowledgeable, walking up to the Case