See You Later

On Tuesday, we were sugar addicts pulled over to the side of the road, licking the last few teaspoons of our pint-sized carton of ice cream, wistfully dreaming of more.

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On our last trip day, we did things we’ve tasted before.

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Clear skies mirrored in clear water.

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Acrylic paintbrushes dabbing expertly on blank canvases. Soft waves hitting pebbled shores, the sun a welcome condiment to the slight breeze.

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By now, we are all familiar, friendly faces. Which is to say, familiar enough to share germs with. Re: original ice cream analogy. If you insist, call us family.

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Because we’re talking straight out of the carton here. Yes double dips.

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Now think of the feeling you get when you’re halfway through an ice cream carton and then, suddenly, you’re scraping the bottom and wondering where the time went.

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This is where things get a little drippy (the tears and the ice cream).

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Wednesday marked The End and Tuesday was just barely piggybacking and we felt the bottom slice of cardboard whenever we dug too deep.

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Tuesday was sweet, sappy, and completely serene.

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When we left, our sweet tooth was clawing at us for more. A cozy bus ride home managed to subdue its  nagging voice until Wednesday forecasted Suitcases with a chance of Banquet.

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Try barring him from the weather channel now. Wifi is everywhere, dear Practical Mind, and every bone in our bodies ached with the knowledge: This was the last page.

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Of the greatest story we’d ever lived through.

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But some family

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(and scholarly)

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photos later: There’s always next year.

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Uncampers don’t say goodbye. We say, See you later.

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See you next year for Volume 2.

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