Beneath the Wraps

          When we left Salt Lake, there was a lot of material possessions that were left behind.   I fully believed that we would get back within a few months and I would be able to retrieve those possessions.   But it did not work out that way.   I couldn't even retrieve the five boxes that Kayla had retrieved and saved for me because we had the wrong car.   We were supposed to get a rental that would have been bigger than our Saturn - but we did not have the room.           Randy reminded me that I had saved several cameras that I thought might be collector items one day.   So much for that idea.   Randy said he'd keep them for me or send them to me.   I don't remember which, but I have no reason to believe them.   I'll never see them again.   And perhaps they really aren't worth anything.   I'll never know.     ...

        I don't recall how many vacations we may have taken when somebody in the car called, "Are we there yet?"         I give my parents credit for livening up the journey for us - allowing us to enjoy the traveling part - well, as much as can be expected.  Our car problems were never a part of the plan - in fact it actually deferred us more than once.  After a while, though we still couldn't plan for whatever car problem might occur, we learned to roll with the punches.  No family vacation was complete without car problems and/or rain.         I wasn't able to go to Yellowstone with my family the year that car broke down 18 miles outside of Pocatello, Idaho. My mom and sister left my brother, Corey, and my dad in the car while attempting to walk to the next town on foot.  Back in the day when we just had road maps to go by.  No GPSs to l...