As I drove past the snow-dusted meadow, through the creek a second time, and pulled up next to the RV, I took it all in. The meadow was still covered with a few inches of snow and the dirt road passing beneath us was more frozen than muddy.
When I got out to greet Dave, I was no longer the little girl riding the too-big-hand-me-down bike. I was the adventure-woman driving her adventure-mobile.
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