Today I am thankful for front seats.
Ryan was playing golf with a guy from church, and since I didn't want to stay home by myself, I rode along with my mom to take my sister off to her camp counselor job at Camp War Eagle. It was all fun until we got on the main road to the camp...reminded me of driving up the mountains in Oaxaca, Mexico. We would get out of one curve only to find ourselves in another, and the same was true with pot holes. I was in the back seat on the way there, and if the drive had been five minutes longer, I would have been sick. Once Ellen was dropped off, I got the front seat back. The drive down the mountain went much easier that way!!
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