as she tried to focus on the empty highway ahead. Memories drifted into her thoughts as the miles passed. She turned to the radio for a welcomed distraction.
Forcing her mind to clear, Libby focused on Georgia passing by her windows: peaceful farmhouses, cows, horses, businesses sporadically popping up, then nothing but green space for a while. Libby began singing along with the radio. Even with a melody filling the cab, her mind drifted back in time...to dreams gone by and the path that lead her down this road. Turning down the radio, Libby again reached for the video remote.
“I remember dreaming of life at college—I couldn’t wait to get into ‘the big world.’
“Muggs, you just never know what life will throw at you. I guess the best advice I can give you is just make your plans and always be prepared for them to change. You never know what’s around the corner. I have no regrets, though. You can’t live your life with regrets. Learn from your mistakes and move on.
“You have to remember, Megan, if something gets you to the place you want to be, nothing is too difficult, nothing is more important, and nothing should stop you from going after what you want. Set your sights...and GO FOR IT, GIRL! Just know I’m with you, Darlin.” Libby grinned at the camera, waved, then turned it off.
Silence settled in the cab as the memories filled Libby’s mind. It wasn’t long before Libby began to softly sing the Rainbow Song…the one her mother always asked her to sing.
Rainbows and moonbeams lead my dreams
down roads that never end.
Just take me to the place I love
and then I’ll disappear.
There’s a place I long to be far away from here.
Where sunny days don’t go away
and there are no tears.
This whisp’rin’ wind that calls my name
tells me just let go.
Alabama, Day 1 - Tuesday - continued
After crossing into Alabama, Libby pulled the RV into a gas station and filled the tanks. After paying the cashier, she drove over to the side of the parking lot and made her way to the RV’s kitchenette. She dipped coffee from an old coffee can that still held Disney sticker decorations from her childhood. She then added water from the carafe to the old coffeemaker with a gold wildcat sticker on top, in spite of the faded blue background. She couldn’t bear to remove the memory from her freshman days and trips with her folks in the RV. Libby grabbed sandwich makings from the fridge and set about making lunch.
Settling onto the sofa, she blew on the cup of hot coffee, somewhat surprised that the old coffeemaker could still produce such a steaming cup. Libby accessed the Internet on her widescreen to route her trip. “Oh! So much better than that little GPS screen!”
Libby retrieved her phone from the RV console and dialed as she paced around the RV. “LAURA! Where’s my BFF? Hey-I just wanted to leave you a message to let you know I’m only 1400 miles from Las Cruces,” she laughed.
Libby paused in front of a calendar with an image of a hot air balloon floating in the beautiful, cloudless, sapphire-blue sky with sunlight streaming across its basket and onto the Grand Canyon below. Days were marked with X’s through today, Tuesday, with a large heart drawn by multiple strokes of a bright-red pen.
Pointing to the following Friday, Libby paused for a moment as she heard confrontational shouts from the parking lot. Frowning, she continued her message to Laura, “I’m gonna see you and Jimmy for breakfast on Friday…okay, maybe brunch. I can’t wait to see what you’ve done with Renegades. If something comes up...I’ll let you know. Can’t wait to see you guys! Love ya!”
As the shouting grew louder, Libby worried there might be a robbery at the gas station and hung up quickly. Peeking out the window on her door, she saw an older man and woman shuffling toward a car, as the station attendant yelled from inside the doorway. The man put a protective arm around the woman; and in their slow-motioned
Forcing her mind to clear, Libby focused on Georgia passing by her windows: peaceful farmhouses, cows, horses, businesses sporadically popping up, then nothing but green space for a while. Libby began singing along with the radio. Even with a melody filling the cab, her mind drifted back in time...to dreams gone by and the path that lead her down this road. Turning down the radio, Libby again reached for the video remote.
“I remember dreaming of life at college—I couldn’t wait to get into ‘the big world.’
“Muggs, you just never know what life will throw at you. I guess the best advice I can give you is just make your plans and always be prepared for them to change. You never know what’s around the corner. I have no regrets, though. You can’t live your life with regrets. Learn from your mistakes and move on.
“You have to remember, Megan, if something gets you to the place you want to be, nothing is too difficult, nothing is more important, and nothing should stop you from going after what you want. Set your sights...and GO FOR IT, GIRL! Just know I’m with you, Darlin.” Libby grinned at the camera, waved, then turned it off.
Silence settled in the cab as the memories filled Libby’s mind. It wasn’t long before Libby began to softly sing the Rainbow Song…the one her mother always asked her to sing.
Rainbows and moonbeams lead my dreams
down roads that never end.
Just take me to the place I love
and then I’ll disappear.
There’s a place I long to be far away from here.
Where sunny days don’t go away
and there are no tears.
This whisp’rin’ wind that calls my name
tells me just let go.
Alabama, Day 1 - Tuesday - continued
After crossing into Alabama, Libby pulled the RV into a gas station and filled the tanks. After paying the cashier, she drove over to the side of the parking lot and made her way to the RV’s kitchenette. She dipped coffee from an old coffee can that still held Disney sticker decorations from her childhood. She then added water from the carafe to the old coffeemaker with a gold wildcat sticker on top, in spite of the faded blue background. She couldn’t bear to remove the memory from her freshman days and trips with her folks in the RV. Libby grabbed sandwich makings from the fridge and set about making lunch.
Settling onto the sofa, she blew on the cup of hot coffee, somewhat surprised that the old coffeemaker could still produce such a steaming cup. Libby accessed the Internet on her widescreen to route her trip. “Oh! So much better than that little GPS screen!”
Libby retrieved her phone from the RV console and dialed as she paced around the RV. “LAURA! Where’s my BFF? Hey-I just wanted to leave you a message to let you know I’m only 1400 miles from Las Cruces,” she laughed.
Libby paused in front of a calendar with an image of a hot air balloon floating in the beautiful, cloudless, sapphire-blue sky with sunlight streaming across its basket and onto the Grand Canyon below. Days were marked with X’s through today, Tuesday, with a large heart drawn by multiple strokes of a bright-red pen.
Pointing to the following Friday, Libby paused for a moment as she heard confrontational shouts from the parking lot. Frowning, she continued her message to Laura, “I’m gonna see you and Jimmy for breakfast on Friday…okay, maybe brunch. I can’t wait to see what you’ve done with Renegades. If something comes up...I’ll let you know. Can’t wait to see you guys! Love ya!”
As the shouting grew louder, Libby worried there might be a robbery at the gas station and hung up quickly. Peeking out the window on her door, she saw an older man and woman shuffling toward a car, as the station attendant yelled from inside the doorway. The man put a protective arm around the woman; and in their slow-motioned
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