It was a Bittersweet Day.

Saturday we picked up the new truck.

This should have been a happy moment, but the whole way into Canon we talked about how this would be the last ride in our truck.

We remembered the trips we had taken in the truck over the last 9 years and how Derek had grow up riding in the back seat.

We saw and talked about many things riding in the truck.

Once when making the 19 hour trip back to the Twin Cites while passing through Denver we spotted a glow in the sky that we thought may have been city sky glow, but it seemed to far north. We turned on the radio thinking we would hear about a major forest fire, but we heard that it was a happening that rarely makes it this far south...the northern lights.

Or the listening to books on tape and staying in the truck at rest areas until the end of a chapter. I heard every Harry Potter book this way.

Watching Derek go from being small enough to sleep on the floor in the backseat to the 20 year old who said that the trip home last Christmas would probably be the last road trip with us for him.

And the plans. Lotsa plans on when to move. When to build. What we would do when we had the time.

I am sure that the new truck will become a member of the family as we have new adventures, but for now we keep thinking about the member that we left at a car dealership.

It was a great truck for us and I hope it gets a good home...it deserves it.