Dear Dad,
I stumbled upon a heads up 1951 wheat penny the other day...it was a keeper. Was it you?
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE what fun! In all of my magnificent memories, I'm blessed that my last adventure trip with my dad was gallivanting around Oregon. Riding bikes, hiking, staring at waterfalls, rivers long, and oceans wide...rallying moto up trail 140 and other random ones that came our way. In gazing the depths of my memory bank, these are the freshest bubbles floating upon the tip of my skull. An anchor in my heart, you weigh heavy in good spirit...my cool dude dad. I was picturing you cruising on your badass motorcycle with me yesterday while running the half marathon along the shoreline. Pacing me while I click off the steady miles soon to be memories past.
