I remember it was my mom that took my sister and me on long car rides to search out adventures. We were weekend voyagers hoping to discover momentums. There are a few that come to mind, Virginia City, Montana, sleeping in a haunted hotel after the haunted ghost walk through town.
My mother was devious and comedic in her attempt to make memories so frightening for little girls we would never forget them. There was also another drive to Silver City, Idaho. A place is so desolate that the warning signs were biblical. First, the locust lined the road, painting it with their large bodies for a few miles. Then the hovering vultures, rotating in formation above our heads as we entered the small city. Once stepping foot into the only hotel, not a soul would greet us. Though the bar was full, we believe they were all ghosts and reminded us we really shouldn't be there.
It is places and scenes like these that make us remember the sense of discovery is a tiny seed. Planted and grows with each step in the unknown.
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