Memories from happier days!

I just sold our truck on Thursday morning and it broke my heart to see it drive away. So, since I always feel better if I am driving, I grabbed my keys and my money and left in the pickup. I drove east on I-84 until I was an hour from Boise and it was 12:30A before I could face stopping. But, going through the Blue Mountains, I saw a sign for Immigrant Springs State Park and it made me think of a happy memory. When we were very young, my brother Norm, my Sweetie and I would go on weekend drives. My brother had a little car called a Midget. It was a tight fit for all three of us, but we were alot skinnier in those days. One night we camped at Immigrant Springs. In those days, all we used was sleeping bags and slept on the ground under the stars. I always remember how safe and happy I was to be sleeping so close to my Sweetie. We would get in the sleeping bag and he would snap it up; we fit into one single sleeping bag very comfortably.