This is how everyone spends their tenth wedding anniversary, right? Because my wife and I sure wouldn’t want to look out of place or anything.
We’re now officially home from our annual road trip, 100% unpacked, caught up on homeowner errands, not ready to return to our routines, and critically low on potential energy. 2014 took us briefly yet slowly past the road construction pandemonium of Illinois, through the dense forests of scenic Wisconsin, into and around the diversified achievements of Minnesota, and upward to the southeast corner of North Dakota, whose star attraction is the original woodchipper from the movie Fargo. This renowned prop, with enough star power to merit its own Facebook page, is on permanent exhibit at the Fargo-Moorhead Visitors Center right off I-94, just past the state border and located a few miles from not much else.
The woodchipper wasn’t our primary objective in North Dakota, but their state tourism literature is so proud of it that shunning it might’ve seemed rude. To my wife’s credit, she hasn’t even seen the movie, but she likes having vacation pics of us together. The kind Visitors Center staffer sealed the free-photo-op deal when she let us borrow those rugged, stylish hats. Neither of us keeps track of this century’s fashion trends, but we assume they’re all the rage somewhere.
Test-driving new clothes and basking in film history were just some of the activities that kept us occupied during our anniversary week. This was our first vacation in over a decade that we had all to ourselves as a couple. We did our best to make the most of our time together and our collaborative to-do list despite a tighter budget, a shorter time frame, and no world-famous major monuments on the schedule. We had a blast anyway.
Per established tradition, MCC followers can expect photos and stories in future entries, commencing after the ongoing 2006 Road Trip remastering is finished. Ours was a week filled with numerous new culinary experiences, some long walks, several bodies of water, one fancy anniversary dinner, two small-town festival setups, one state fair, two state Capitols, one missile command center, and one dinosaur with Prince’s face on it.
We’re the Goldens. It’s who we are and what we do.
Lord willing, here’s to ten more blessed years, and to the ten after that, and the ten after that, you betcha.