We’re finally here – West Yellowstone, MT. It was another long day driving, but my husband found a way to keep us off main highways. We tend to prefer the “low road” if it doesn’t add hours to our trip. Things go by too fast on highways. We would have missed the red-tailed hawk sitting on the fence along the roadside. He waited patiently while we backed up to get his picture, the gave us another great shot as he lifted off. He circled the fields and ended up being chased by a bird that was no more than a quarter his size. Not sure what the little guy/gal was protecting, but it sure was an example of “size doesn’t matter.” We also would have missed a pair of bald eagles (a male and a female) soaring in formation over a field. I wouldn’t trade those serendipitous (ooo … big word) experiences for speed ever!
My husband is now doing our first week’s laundry in the hotel’s laundry room so that I can rest. I have to tell you, they broke the mold after they made him. Never has there been such a kind, loving, considerate, attentive, generous man. And protective. God help anyone who hurts me in any way. This is my second marriage – the first was nothing like this. It will provide another story. But I had vowed never to marry again! I did a ten year single-parent stint. Then this man came along and that, too, is another story. He has made life with fibromyalgia livable.
Of course, he also has more energy and enthusiasm than seems fair for one human to have. So after the laundry is done, he wants to go out again – eat, check out Yellowstone National Park near this entrance, etc…. After 10 hours on the road, my body is ready for rest and relaxation – and definitely not more riding in the car. But I’ll give in. When you love someone and when that someone is so good to you, you have to do things you don’t really want to sometimes to make him happy.
I feel boring today. I enjoyed my ride but I don’t feel like working that hard to share it today. I think that’s “fibro fatigue.” I’ll try to be more entertaining next time.