Lisa went back to school today.
She was all excited about her new clothes; fixed her hair just right, wondered who was in her class…her summer’s done. I did my best to make it the best summer ever, but it’s behind us now, and I feel a little blue. I want to linger in it a little longer; I want to be back on the road, brush out her hair at the rest stop one more time, take a couple of more pictures, lean into another corner... I don’t want summer to end.
2,000 pictures were not enough to capture the feel of our journey, but they will do. We’ve promised each other we’re going to work on a scrap book together. I have a box filled with the flotsam and jetsam of our trip – some gas receipts, wrinkled maps, dog eared tourist brochures, hotel letterhead with some hastily captured route numbers. I have some zip lock bags filled with sand from the Pacific Ocean, Atlantic Ocean and tiny colorful rocks from the tiny beach we played in at Lake McDonald at Glacier.
Every year seems to be better than the last. I don’t know how 2008 will top 2007, but somehow it will. Until then, we’ll write our stories, gather our pictures and otherwise pack up our memories from our summer of a lifetime, which came and went in the blink of an eye.