We used to go "for rides" when I was a kid. There was no destination, just out for a ride. Sometimes we'd end up somewhere but it was never intentional. We'd stop and visit, but we never called first. We were just out for a ride. We don't do that much anymore. It's probably the price of gas or that there's too much to miss on television.
Well me and my mom went out for a ride on Easter. We were going to visit my grandmother, but realized she wouldn't be home on Easter. So we just went for a ride.
We found this in Guilford, Maine. It's an honest to goodness, covered bridge. Not the original. The little plaque said that the original and three subsequent bridges were all lost in floods. I sensed a pattern of sorts, but since no one was around I kept it to myself.
I asked my mother if we should go across it. She said since there was nothing saying we couldn't, we might as well. Sounded like pretty solid logic to me. So we did.
Of course we had no idea what was on the other side of the river, but it was ok. The snow was melted enough that we could turn around. So we went back across and found a little diner and I had a turkey sandwich and she had fried shrimp and I may or may not have stopped, looked and put a deposit on another goat. After all we were just out for a ride, anything can happen.
Smiles from the farm,
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