Last year I took a jeep trip.
It was the best vacation ever!
A friend and his wife were in one jeep. My son, Matt (16) and I were in my jeep. We were in the middle of Nevada at around 8,000 feet. The nearest paved road was 8 miles away. Every day we would get up, eat as much as we could hold and then take off in the jeeps. These trails were old; I'm talking 100 years old.
Gold had been found in the area around 1900 and the world came to dig. We drove from one mining area to the next. There were tunnels everywhere. I kind of felt like I was in an abandon human-prairie dog town. We would go to the abandon buildings, mines and towns. It was like we were the only people on the planet. I think we saw a handful of people the whole week.
My jeep, a 1987 wrangler broke down about 4 times counting the flat tire. Now its in the shop getting some love in preparation for the next trip.
My step son is coming out in June to join this years trips.
Here is a picture of a tree in the middle of nowhere on Highway 50 in Nevada. There have to be thousands of shoes in this tree. I can neither confirm nor deny the presence of a pair my my size 10's up there somewhere.
Have a list? Go to: www.worldgratitudelist.com and drop it off. Read other lists. Feel better.
Jim