Good ol’ Gravel Travel

If you don’t know what gravel travel is, I feel sorry for you, let me explain. It’s driving around on gravel roads with icy cold beverages. Gravel travel tends to be popular among the high school set (or at least it was in the late 90s, early 2000s), so it’s been a hot minute since Bev has participated. Last night, however, I got to spend some quality time with my girl, Edith. Edith met my family and me at The Henning House, and after some cornfed steaks and juicy burgers, we set out to Edith’s parents’ house to have some drinks, as her parents were gone (wait, maybe we are still in high school). On our way to Edith’s, her grandma called her and asked Edith to stop at her (grandma’s) house to pick up a couple bottles of booze. Edith’s grandparents have a lake house you see, and they are up there for the weekend, apparently in dire straits concerning the liquor cabinet! (there are liquor stores 10-15 miles away, but… grandmas… ) So, Edith and I packed up a cooler of CLs and hit the rocky trail to Grandma’s house. After a short pit stop to pick up the garage opener at her uncle’s, we also learned we had to find her grandpa’s phone, which was either going to be on the counter, or in his pants pocket on the pants hanging on the bedroom door. #GrandpaLyfe

We were able to quickly locate the booze and phone, and get back to our booze cruise, and I can’t wait for a Snapchat of Grandma and Grandpa drinking a cocktail on the boat tonight.

-Bev

P.S.- The phone was in a little holster on Grandpa’s belt (on the pants hanging on the bedroom door), in case you were wondering.