one last drive

dear big old magnificent girl,

 

where to begin? I remember the first time I strapped my fifteen month old babe into your back seat and set off on to Utah roads, where sunsets are pretty and drivers are.....well.....crazy. 

It was love at first drive.



You helped us move. Across the valley with stuff piled high, you made trips back and forth and to and fro, carrying our belongings to this