Help me through this by staying awake and keeping your eyes geared toward the edge of the road so I don’t go smack dab down the embankment, or into the marsh that they told us about in their last letter. As I understand it, we will know when we are approaching it, but to be honest my vision is kind of nebulous from all the hours of driving.
It is too bad the couple driving that old faded gold car with all the bumper stickers plastered all cattywampus on it decided to call it a night and stop at that little lodge. Through that deluge the taillights on their car were helpful in guiding us along this curvy road dotted with potholes.
If we hadn’t told the folks we wouldn’t be able to arrive until late, I would have liked to have stopped at that rustic inn and ventured onward in the morning in the hopes that our route might be more visible then.
Your folks are going to be so surprised when they hear we wanted to try out their new retirement tradition when we finally reach the pullout by the marsh, and attempt to count spring peepers crossing the road. . .that is, as long as we are able to keep our peepers open!