Last Friday we celebrated our 44^th wedding anniversary.

It’s hard to believe there was a day when hair grew better on top of the head than on the chin and cheeks. And, it was hard to believe that we envisioned celebrating our 44^th wedding anniversary as we did and where we were when we married in Telluride, CO in 1969. Let’s see, yesterday  we washed all the windows, both inside and outside in both the motor home and the car, we checked the level of toilet paper in the bathrooms several times, we went for a hike on one of the trails, and then we engaged in a meal at Caledonia’s one “supper club.”  Romantic ambiance was not the forte of the supper club. It was a few miles out in the country and housed in a Quonset hut, but there were cars in the parking lot and so we felt safe venturing inside. The menu consisted of rural MN cuisine. There was a bread basket and relish tray initially served in plastic baskets similar to what one gets in a drive in restaurant when ordering the combo meal, and the meal was very reasonably priced but credit cards were not accepted. The meal did include a free, complimentary dish of grasshopper ice cream. They pulled out all the stops for us.

Anniversaries are good times to reminisce. We did not realize on that fateful day we would experience our first motor home. I had to push Shannon around Telluride in a wheel barrow in order to get to my car that was mysteriously parked in and unavailable. Oh, well, the gas mileage was better than what I get now. Back at camp, there was a campfire program where the speaker told Native American stories about the animals found in the park. All in all the day turned out to be memorable. After 44 years, we are still in love, still best friends, still in good health, and homeless. Three out of four ain’t too bad after all these years.