oh, the mosquitos never bit dad, and we always stopped where there were the most mosquitos. they sure bit me!
Kansas always took forever to get across, and I was looking for the mountains once we got past the state line (kansas/colorado).
We rode above the cab in the camper loft. I bet all those kid's faces looking out made people smile. We played some game where you tried to be the first to guess what the make/type of oncoming vehicle was. All the cars look the same to me now, but I could sure tell a buick from a ford back then.
There are a lot of memories and they are all good
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