Hitting The Trail

“Nice wine.”
“I don’t know,” said the man. “You’re drinking mine.”

“I’m so sorry. I’ll get another glass from the table. My name’s Liz.”
“That’s kind of you. Mine’s Ray.”

After the Rep outlined the tour of the USA National Parks they joined her husband in the diner across the six lane highway. They all got on so well, having 5000 miles of never ending splendour and fun sporting their cowboy hats.

Downtown Cody, the empty spaces of Wyoming, spouting Old Faithful, snowfall in springtime, Grand Canyon, the tables in Vegas were all remembered when they met up back home.