And so, it begins... "A road trip?" "A road trip!" The questioner was Marni, my neighbor and friend of a few years who lived directly above me, her loft a mirror image of mine, floor-plan wise. The answerer was moi, Julie or 'Jules', a twenty-eight year-old, second-year attorney in one of the prestigious law firms of Portland. It was the beginning of...
Welcome to our entry designed for the over fifty crowd. We of retirement age have conformed long enough to society's rules. We had to make our income and feed our families. Now it's time to live and stop merely existing. I am not implying that this is your only window to your imagination. But if you are not inclined to be artistic, then the body/mind combin...
It had been ten years since she had taken a real road trip. She was twenty eight and into her custom clothing design company 24/7. It had been totally consuming her life. She loved her successes but not having any sort of a life outside of work was draining her willpower to continue. So when a representative from Lace & Satin appeared out of the blue and m...
"Okay, I've got five bags of potato chips, six orange crush cans, an emergency kit, six water bottles, two comforter-style blankets, power packs for our cell phones, and enough clothes to last a while, I think we got everything," Jamila Ahmed said, smiling at her lover Bianca Haywood, who leaned against the rented Rav4. Bianca looked at the bags full of good...
Alexandra Redding, American History and Social Studies Teacher stretched as much as she was able to, given the space limitations of overseas coach flight. The big jet had begun it's slow banking descent into the Glasgow airport. It was her first trip to Scotland and she planned on spending every possible moment touring, looking for evidence of her family's h...
Coming out of a dream about the desert, Jodie woke up to the sound of a zipper from across the room. After blinking for a few seconds she finally made out the source of the noise: Alexis White, who was now standing next to the bed with a suitcase in her hand. "Good, you're up," said Miss White. "We're going on a road trip. Get your stuff together, we leave i...
Sara and Linda had been looking forward to their ski trip for months. Meticulously planning all the details. A remote cabin where you could ski in and ski out. All the supplies they would need for 2 weeks. Some tequila for the cold nights. Plenty of warm blankets and all the ski gear. After the three hour drive they were exhausted and got to sleep. The next...
It is day two of our camping trip and Anna and I are somewhere near Port Fairy on the Great Ocean Road in Victoria, Australia. We have spent the previous night at Bridgewater Bay and this morning, after a brief encounter with the police, who booked us for camping illegally - now really, I ask you - we had packed our tent, loaded the car and were on the road...
"Don't steal me blind while I'm gone, Jon; I'll cut your fucking balls off if you do," I cheerily said in way of a goodbye. Jon knew I was teasing, well, sort of anyway. I trusted Jon to run my business when I was away, or off; if he was stealing from me, I damned sure couldn't find it and believe me, I look, I always look. Over the years, I've caught a fe...
continued... Day 7... 'Ohhhhhh...ohhhhh...ooooooh...you make love fun', we sang aloud, Mick Fleetwood's pounding back-beat putting our boogie-motors in motion as Marni and I danced around while singing along with the classic Fleetwood Mac tune. We had been cleaning up our dishes and mess after scarfing down the breakfast we had prepared. Thunder and lig...