Bernie Goldbach in Cashel | Photo snapped in Colorado
When our kids get old enough to appreciate a truly American adventure, we'll spend the last week of June and the first week of July in the wide open expanse of North America, some place west of the Mississippi, several thousand metres above the plains. It's in that rarefied air that I truly breathed America. It's in the Rocky Mountains where I literally earned my stripes and before I keel over, I want to try to walk those highlands once again so I'm sending this post back to myself in the year 2023, the year when Mia might be the legal driver of a car we'll rent to recast the great Westward Ho Adventure Drive.
And we'll still have The Boss on the radio (track follows).
Previously: "Missing the Fourth", Inside View from Ireland, July 4, 2011.
Bonus Link: My Fourth of July Playlist.