I thought I’d try something new this week and share a memory of mine. My hope is that it not only gives you a little entertainment and insight into my life… but also that it helps you recall a fond memory of your own.
I was reminded of this memory recently by a cousin of mine. We were sitting around talking. I’m not sure how the conversation got there but my cousin said, “You remember our ski trip?”
It immediately made me smile and another one of my cousins laugh. He had been on the trip too. The trip had several memorable moments.
To set the story… it was me and two of my cousins. We were all in high school, within a couple years in age of each other, and ready for fun.
Chestnut Mountain Resort in Galena, Illinois was our destination. It was 3 hours or so away. The plan was to get up early, spend the day skiing, and then head home. A quick day trip.
The trip there and the day skiing were pretty uneventful, but fun. Most of the memories came late in the day.
We got separated and my younger cousin and I couldn’t find my older cousin. Turns out he crashed, tweaked his knee, and had to get a ride back to the top from the ski patrol.
He wasn’t hurt bad enough to need medical attention but enough to be done for the day. That was fine. It had been a long day and we were all tired so we piled back in my car and headed home.
We were laughing, recalling funny stories from the day, and singing along to the radio. It was the time of our lives until we looked up and saw the “Welcome to Wisconsin” sign! I think we all yelled, “Wisconsin?” at the the same time.
You see, we had no intention of going to Wisconsin. We didn’t need to. The most direct way home was straight from Illinois to Iowa. So we pulled over and got the map out of the glove box.
We missed our turn but weren’t to far off track. Only 10 miles or so. Before you know it we had made it back across the Mississippi and to Dubuque. We were hungry. Stopping for pizza was the unanimous vote.
Again, we had fun laughing and telling stories while we ate. We were laughing all the way to the car but stopped when we realized the keys were locked in the car.
Yep. Earlier, in order to get the map out of the locked glove box, I pulled the keys out of the ignition and handed them to the shotgun rider.
The keys never made it back to the ignition and in my tired and hungry state I forgot to grab them.
This is before cellphones so back inside the pizza place we went to make a call for help. The cops came and got us into my car and we were on our way again.
More laughing, joking, singing, and before we knew it, we were home. It was quite a trip. Even with all the mishaps I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
Ever have a trip were it seemed like a comedy of errors?Memory is the diary we all carry about with us. - Oscar Wilde Click To Tweet