It's that time of year again: The Ross Reunion 2012! It is something that we look forward to all year because there is something really great about renewing your bonds with your cousins. I was really, really looking forward to it because this year it was hosted by Skip and Laurene who live up in Seattle. Much to my delight, they invited us all up. I have never been to the Pacific NW and was anxious to see what it was all about.
As a family, we had discussed how we were going to get to Seattle. It is a long haul from Durango and we toyed with the idea of flying. But we kept coming back to the idea of an epic road trip, the kind you would always remember from your childhood. We decided that was the kind of trip this would be...Epic! Kim and Brad each had motorhomes to take, but we went with a little more old school option.
We got to Salt Lake in enough time for John to buy a new truck that we would be taking on our trip. We had to have a truck, because we had decided to buy a camper to put in it! I know, just like when you were a kid, right? We had been looking for weeks online and in Colorado, but hadn't yet found one that was in our selected price range (as cheap as possible without being freaky).
Time was growing short, as we had to leave in the morning to make it to Seattle in time for the commencement of the Reunion. I watched with a twinge of envy as Brad and Kim rolled out of town and headed North. We looked at a few more questionable possibilities before heading up to Rose Park this evening. The hour of our purchase was growing late...
I don't know if you are familiar with the Rose Park area, but it is a rougher part of the Salt Lake Basin.... to put it nicely.We found the address as dusk was upon us. After an inspection and a little dealing, we settled on a fair price for what was to be our home for the next week. We had caused a bit of a stir cruising into the neighborhood in our brand new, loud diesel pickup. The neighbors all came out to see what was going on.
Once we had decided on the price, John and the owner met at the tailgate of our new, conspicuous feeling truck for payment to be rendered. I don't know if you have ever seen a few thousand dollars, but when it is in $20 bills, it makes quite a stack of cash. I watched nervously as my husband counted out said stack of bills onto the tailgate in view of the whole street. I walked over to create a visual barrier, but I can't help but wonder if the guy we bought it from is going to be robbed tonight. Yikes.
|Night falls in Rose Park as we close the deal|