Castle Charming
- Oscar the Pooch
- 1 day ago
- 7 min read
With no more excuses pulling us east, Mom let the Wagon turn its wheels toward the sunset for the first time since our adventure began. From now on, every spin of the Wagon wheel would squeeze us back toward home like the last two drops of toothpaste in the tube.
Now that we were facing west, it felt strange to be sucked back toward home so fast. The Wagon crossed Wyoming in one long gulp, and by lunchtime the next day, we were already back in Utah. Mountains grew in the front window and the freeway started to swell from one lane to two, then three. When there were more lanes than I could count on my legs, I had to say something.
“Watch out, Mom. We’ll get pulled into Salt Lake City if you’re not careful.”
Salt Lake City was the worst place to get sucked into at a time when friendship was against the law. It’s filled with people so friendly that they’ll ring a stranger’s doorbell just to meet whoever’s inside. They love doorbell-ringing so much that when they come of age, they leave their families behind just to check out the doorbells in other parts of the world.
