This correspondence was written in response to an article from the Apache Creek newsletter June 2010. Their story depicted a trip a staff member took from the grocery store to the Apache Creek camp. They put their grocery bags in the back of the truck trailer and when they returned, the bread was missing. It was titled Trail of Bread Crumbs.
Dear Friends,
I enjoyed your May 24th newsletter. I can relate to the story of the bread crumbs.
About 8 years ago our youngest daughter was moving in Chicago so she needed to move her things home temporarily. My wife thought we could tell our little Ranger pickup and pull a small trailer and get everything. Thus, saving money for fuel versus driving a full size 4 wheel drive. When we got to her apartment I just gasp for air looking at all her “stuff”. No way it was going to fit into that little truck and trailer. My wife insisted it would. After we loaded the trailer and truck totally full and roped everything down, we still had lots more to go. We then started to tie things onto the ropes that held the load. We did manage to get it all with what we could pack in our daughter’s little car. At dark we started heading out of the city. I was riding with our daughter and my job was to watch the load and if anything fell off, she would stop and I was suppose to pick it up. (Did they really think I was going to jump out in the middle of 4 lanes of traffic to pick something up?)
I didn’t mind them giving me an important job and maybe I should have been flattered but did they think I was disposable or something?
Once we had made it through all the toll roads and the cities bright lights were just a reflection in the mirror, I started to relax a little bit. I remembered looking at my wife driving our poor little truck and trailer ahead of us with all the stuff dangling on it. It looked like the Beverly Hillbillies were headed north!
Your Friend,
Big Valley Longhorn Ranch 