The Charlie Bravo Story

Here we go again…

I’d better grab the the opportunity to post when I can. Traveling with dad is an “unique” experience, and not for everyone; even the patience of mom is tested to the maximum, as he tends to start a trip like the whips of Satan’s imps are driving him across the plains. Max and I are cool with it, as it usually means more opportunities to meet and hang out with like-minded travelers at our non-existent destinations, and today was no exception.

We finally stopped in Hinton, OK, where dad met a fledgling small town pastor having dinner with his beautiful family; this man was free with the information that he was a recovering addict. When dad asked him what he considered his largest challenge in this new endeavor, the man surprisingly answered:

“My pride”; with a vision such as his, I predict he will go far.

On the way back to the freeway, we spotted two loaded down BMW motorcycles parked at a seedy hotel dad had frequented on past trips; normal people don’t just stop and bang on stranger’s doors, but dad’s lack of “normalcy” has been established long ago. The bikes belonged to a dynamic duo of grandparents in the middle of a month long journey from California to Kentucky, and who’s past trips had included a visit to Tierra del Fuego and trip through Mexico that didn’t end so well. That trip came to a sudden halt, as did the man’s bike and the life of the cow that wandered into his path in Baja, leaving him (the rider, not the cow) incapacitated for over a year. But past performance is not indicative of future results, and now they’re back on the road again.

Max and I used these two lengthy encounters to discover and devour one of the bags of the jerky the Deb sent us, with the expected gastric results; now the interior of the car is heavy with the essence of oily zephyrs and the gurgling of hairy bellies.

At least that’s dad’s story, as I do recall him having a mocha frappe earlier in the day, and those things are like drinking frozen Drano, only slightly more toxic, er, tasty. Max also had a taste, as evidenced still by the stiffness of his chocolatly-smelling mustache.

See, I told you traveling with the inmates isn’t for everyone…

See you on the road!

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  1. Kathy Moody

    Glad to hear all is going well. Your road trips always amaze (amuse) me. Stay safe .

  2. Elisabeth Parrish

    Ah, Charlie, Dad, et al…each of your posts are always such an amazingly enjoyable sensory experience: the tastes, the sights, the sounds, the feelings… and the smells! Lol! May your journey exceed your wildest expectations…

  3. Liz Bell Dotterer

    As an introvert planner, I wouldn’t do well travelling with you all. Glad I get to hear about all the adventures…from a distance. 🙂

  4. Darcy Roberts

    What a great first day! Safe travels Casa family! Love y’all!!

  5. Ann Ownsby-Scott

    Safe travels and look forward to the updates.

  6. Deb Silva

    Great update! Sounds like things are moving right along. Continued safe travels to you.

  7. Sherry Ralph Jadrnak

    Poor Mom! I hope she brought along a can of Glade de-dogerizer!

  8. Lisa Taylor

    Safe travels keep me posted i love these unplanned trips i get to hear all kinds of cool stuff

  9. Mikki Calm

    I love getting in the car with absolutely no plan in mind, I call it the point and drive holiday! Best ever

  10. Gail Morse

    Safe travels & enjoy your road trip, mom, dad, Max & Charlie girl ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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