"A Journey is Best Measured in Friends Rather Than Miles"
The measure of this journey was magnificent. So many friends , both old and new, came so many miles to laugh, eat, play,share stories and share this incredible world of Roadtrekers . Strangers introduced themselves to each other and within seconds hugs were exchanged and you could feel the celebration of a new friendship beginning. Old friends hugged too, as if they hadn't seen each other in years and never wanted to let go. Does it sound corny to say there was a little bit of magic going around and a whole lot of love and affection ? So be it. It wasn't just the food that filled us, but the connection to others who are exactly like us-wanderers who travel the back roads and highways because it's a passion and love of ours. Wanderers who can tell you where the best place is to boondock or where to find the best juicy greasy hamburger any place in the country ! Meet the people I am proud and honored to call friends.
And like I told him (Pogo), this Pittsburgh boy knows how to throw a party and cook a mean Low Country Boil. You wouldn't believe the silence that fell over the party as everyone was eating. All you could hear was hmm,mmm,mmm.
There were plenty of us who disappeared for naps after the feast. I just happened to catch Phil-love you buddy ♥
Round em up, head em out, time for a Gautier Mardi Gras parade !
Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born
until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new
world is born.
Happy Trails friends, and safe travels.