Roadside Park

This blog consists of thoughts from the roadside. As a child I use to drive with my family of seven in a station wagon to visit my grandparents in Minnesota. This required driving on a two lane road with little room to the ditch at 70 miles an hour or slower if a tractor was sharing the road. Occasionally, after what would seem like endless hours, my father would pull over to a roadside park. Here we could get out of the car, stretch our legs, and breath the air. There would usually be a few trees, a picnic table and hopefully a pump or some kind of running water. We would eat cheese sandwiches, carrots and cookies before piling back into the car and continuing on to the destination.
This blog is my roadside park. A place to get out, stretch my legs and breath the air. Maybe even to eat a cookie.