King's Daughter's Kitchen

Hope gives me energy. Hope is a sister road trip, throwing stuff in the truck and picking them up, heading north to the mitten lakes with the radio cranked up and no dudes allowed. We stop on the way at Momo’s doughnuts, in Sherman. We slowly make our way up to the Arch, in St. Louis and spend the night.

We detour to the Amish villages in Wakarusa and Napanee, Indiana and get sugar overload at the Fannie May candy store. When we cross over the border of the mitten, we are home.

After three weeks of absolute freedom swimming in cold, cold water, visiting our folks and friends there, fishing, picking and eating honey crisp apples and crinkley morel mushrooms, and taking photos til our phones are full, no one wants to go back. We all miss our children and grandchildren. They are reason number two for hope. When you have a grand adventure, travel somewhere story-worthy, write down the best parts for your children for later. Encourage them to take a road trip.