Polebridge, Montana, You’re My Huckleberry
When I think of summer, I think of road trips. I think of cramped back seats, novels read in one sitting, and my Dad buying mentos at every gas station. I think of our scratched Proclaimers CD, milkshake stops, and miles of Nevada desert. Most of all, I think of my father. I’ve travelled Europe, French Canada, and Mexico City with my grandparents, but some of my fondest travel memories are piling...
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