We lived at Guymon's place and drove the Model A. We went to LaJara Creek. I don't know if we ever went there after we moved away from Guymon's. It was in LaJara Canyon. Arlo liked to fish there and Doris Faye and Don and Kent were the family then. We went there one day and spent the day. Arlo fished until dark and we started home. It started raining and it came down very hard. The storm followed us all the way out of the canyon and to our home. We couldn't see rain in front of us or after us, but the roof leaked, it came down so hard and fast. It was like the rain was our best friend or worst enemy. All of us were wet when we got home.
Fishing was Arlo's favorite thing to do.
He also enjoyed a ride in the mountains and to follow roads to see what was at the end of the road. We wandered all over the mountains. One day I went with him in the Jeep station wagon. He liked to sight see along the sides of the road. We rode up a high mountain road, where you felt like if you fell off, you would land in China. As we were going down the hill, the car hit some loose gravel and we went off the road and rolled down the hill. He said we rolled twice, I'm not sure we did that, but we landed on all four wheels and had a hard time driving out onto the road again. We did get back on the road and drove home. As we rolled, I hit the ceiling and my seat folded up. I landed on the folded seat and had a fish hook in my bottom. That took some effort to get out. Didn't feel good. We got razzed when we got home. There was no denying that we had rolled. The jeep had gravel on the roof and some dents.
We did have a few adventures.
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I enjoyed the trips to the mountains. They were a part of who we were.
I'll never forget when you came home after rolling the jeep. I am glad that neither of you were hurt more than you were. There were a lot of years between your two paragraphs. The first was before Bonnie was born, and the last one was when I was working in the station. I would have been 17 or 18.
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