This is part two of the saga of my parents' trip west over fifty years ago, an important piece of family lore. I already posted page one; click
here to see it again and read the journaling. (Note: I revised the first page design to match the second.)
I really like big photo of my dad tying the 300-pound sack of rocks onto the car bumper. Doesn't it look like the road ends? The big drop-off, the large rocks, and the scraggly weeds all give the picture a deserted feel.

DSO April Color Challenge kits from
JK Creations (papers, ribbons, key, flower, frame, ornament),
Joni Gray Digiscrap Freebies (leaves, background paper), and
The Urban Fairy (ribbon flower); road sign by me; Programs:
GIMP, PSE 6; Font: Veteran Typewriter
Journaling:
Mom and Dad said good-bye to Grandpa, Grandma, and the dog, and started on their long journey. On the way through Fargo, North Dakota, they briefly met Dad's brother, Richard, and Richard's wife, Esther.
Dad was having trouble steering because the trailer raised the front of the car up too much. He said it felt like the front wheels left the ground sometimes when the trailer bounced.
Dad found a gravel pit near Fargo and filled up a gunnysack with about 300 pounds of rocks. Then he tied the sack to the front bumper with rope to help lower the front end of the car.
The rocks didn’t totally solve the problem, but Mom and Dad were able to pull the trailer all the way to Montana. Dad said they must have had angels watching over them.

Have a good journey today!
Sue