It looks as though I will get to show off my adaptability chops once I head west next on my journey to the Pacific Ocean.
I had planned to head north from the Grand Canyon, into Utah, and then across Nevada along what they call the “Loneliest Highway in America,” U.S. 50.
Plans change, you know?
Immense snowfall has closed many highways near Lake Tahoe and through the Sierra Nevada Range. So …
I’m going to take a more southerly route on my way to the ocean.
This I can do.
Toby the Puppy and I are planning our trip to clear our heads and our hearts after the passing my beloved bride, Kathy Anne. It’s something I must do and Toby is all in. At least he’s indicated as much.
I’ll get to see plenty of family members and friends along my journey. My sisters and their husbands await, along with nieces, cousins and their spouses, and many of the friends I have made over the years. I might even reunite with some of my high school classmates.
Just so you know, my plans only extend as far as the trip in a westerly and northerly direction. I haven’t even thought about the return trip.
I am going to stay — shall I say it — adaptable.