Snow Melt

Over Hill Over Dale

Writing/Blog Prompt: "Tell us a good 'road trip' story. If you don't have one, what would you think constitutes a good road trip?" By Fivesixer for "30-Day Blogging Challenge ON HIATUS" 

Over hill, over dale as we hit the dusty trail, with my grandfather driving the car. When I was a child, my siblings and myself accompanied my grandparents on several road trips. These road trips usually occurred on National Holidays such as Memorial Day or Independence Day and few of them lasted more then twenty-four hours. All right, that probably is not everyone's definition of a road trip, but my grandfather was a middle class working man; therefore, the road trips he took with us had to be short because he usually needed to go to work the next day.

One of the road trips we took was on Memorial Day. The specific trip I am thinking of took us into Missouri. At least, I think it occurred on Memorial Day; there could have been another reason we went to Missouri. I know we went there to attend someone's funeral also. It was a long time ago, I was a child, and the only thing I was interested in at the time was the scenery. I remember the green hills of Missouri and I remember a town called Gravette. I remember the town, not because we visited it, but because my grandfather commented on the sign that pointed to the town. He thought that was an odd name for a town.