Honeymoon's

[Finistere]

I was married January 29, 1977.

About a week later we left our home in Las Vegas for a skiing honeymoon a Mammoth Mountain, California in a '74 FJ55 LandCruiser.

About halfway into the 8 hour drive, at Sarcobatus Flats #2 (the phone number of the semi-operating gas station) the truck started running poorly. We managed to call the condo and tell them we were going to be late, maybe so much as the next day. I futzed about with the Goose (the 'Cruiser's name) and got it running well enough to continue. About four hours later we rolled into Bishop California about an hour and a half short of our destination.

The truck was barely running. So, we pulled into the service drive of the Chevy, Buick, Dodge, Chrysler, Ford, Datsun, Toyota dealer, crawled into the back and tried to sleep. About an hour later a cop knocked on the window and asked what exactly in the he** we thought we were doing. We told him and that since they opened in an hour or so, no, we didn't want to check into the motel. He laughed and went on his merry way. The next morning we found out the truck was in dire need of a . . . tune up.

We made it to Mammoth that day but had both caught colds from hell and to top it off it rained the whole week, eliminating the skiing portion of the trip. All in all, most of it was terrible. Which meant we had nowhere to go but up, and we did. We were very happily married for 33 years until she died of liver failure due to breast cancer.

So, do me a favor and donate to a responsible breast cancer research outfit and raise a glass to Beth White after you do.

Thanks freep, I am sorry your wife passed, I will of course raise a glass to Beth, and donate to the local cancer charity, my daughter is called Beth so it is more poignant for me. Kit