I plucked another photo from the archives. This one is from the day after Thanksgiving, 1968. Jilda and I had been dating for about six months.
Her daddy didn't trust me as far as he could throw me. Somehow Jilda convinced her parents to let us make a day trip from Sumiton, Alabama, where she lived, to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. It was the day after Thanksgiving, and we would be going with her friends Dale and Debbie Short, who was married at the time.
Jilda's dad trusted Dale, so the trip was on, but we had to be home by bedtime. Gatlinburg is well over four hours there and four hours back.
We woke the roosters when we left out. The trip was uneventful. Jilda and I swooned in the backseat while the hills and hollows drifted past our windows like a movable piece of art.
The Rocky Mountains were beautiful. We ate a quick lunch and then drove around on curvy, narrow roads. We saw wild turkey, raccoons, and a black bear. The deer were so accustomed to tourists that they hung out by the roadside.
A few hours after lunch, we knew the road home was long, so we headed south. Before we left the mountains, clouds swept in, and it began to snow.
We stopped several times for photo ops. Our friend Dale was a born photographer. He's the one that gave me my first lessons in photography. He took this "explorer" picture of Jilda and me before we headed home.
By the time we pulled into her driveway, she was asleep on my shoulder.
We have been to the Rockies a few times since this picture was taken, but we haven't been in years. I think after the "stay-at-home" situation is over, we needed to take a road trip, but I think maybe we will spend the night.
Her daddy didn't trust me as far as he could throw me. Somehow Jilda convinced her parents to let us make a day trip from Sumiton, Alabama, where she lived, to Gatlinburg, Tennessee. It was the day after Thanksgiving, and we would be going with her friends Dale and Debbie Short, who was married at the time.
Jilda's dad trusted Dale, so the trip was on, but we had to be home by bedtime. Gatlinburg is well over four hours there and four hours back.
We woke the roosters when we left out. The trip was uneventful. Jilda and I swooned in the backseat while the hills and hollows drifted past our windows like a movable piece of art.
The Rocky Mountains were beautiful. We ate a quick lunch and then drove around on curvy, narrow roads. We saw wild turkey, raccoons, and a black bear. The deer were so accustomed to tourists that they hung out by the roadside.
A few hours after lunch, we knew the road home was long, so we headed south. Before we left the mountains, clouds swept in, and it began to snow.
We stopped several times for photo ops. Our friend Dale was a born photographer. He's the one that gave me my first lessons in photography. He took this "explorer" picture of Jilda and me before we headed home.
By the time we pulled into her driveway, she was asleep on my shoulder.
We have been to the Rockies a few times since this picture was taken, but we haven't been in years. I think after the "stay-at-home" situation is over, we needed to take a road trip, but I think maybe we will spend the night.
