I mention this because my father, whom I lost last July, was a lover of the desert, where I now live. He loved cool desert mornings, especially on trips from California to Kansas.
We would start out from Livingston early in the morning, drive all day and stop for night in various desert towns along old U.S 66. He liked to leave the motel early so daybreak would find us in a small roadhouse eating pancakes as the sun rose on the beautiful desert he loved. Ah the memories.
It's been lonely today, the first Fathers Day without him.
Thoughts of him have been rolling along the picturesque highways of my mind all afternoon.
My dad did not leave me material goods because he didn't have much to leave, but he left me with so many good memories.
I believe one of his greatest pleasures in life was traveling, and travel we did. Mom, dad, Carlyle and I, riding the ribbon of highway in our '63 Falcon, exploring our own little world along U.S 66. Those are the memories I'm dealing with today.
Why thoughts of traveling with my dad are the ones I'm flooded with this Father's Day is beyond me, but so be it. I loved my dad and those are some of the beautiful recollections I'm having on this special day.
