Dave Randall - DFW Adventures

Ice Storm 2026

The Roads We Travel… As a family we like to take country drives, explore graveled back roads with trees arching over them, the crunch of leaves beneath the tires indicating an absence of use and a remoteness that takes us back in time.

Small wooden bridges that we let out a sigh of relief after we cross and the sound of a creaking rusted windmill overcome with trumpet vine.

Looking in the mirror I can see our daughter gazing out the open window, sun rays dancing in her hair.

Our son snaps a picture of an abandoned old pickup sitting next to an even older barn to text his friends as my wife pats our doxie who anxiously sits in her lap looking for deer.

I call these the Country Time Lemonade roads. The perfect roads, the ones that my grandparents would walk home from small clapboard schools and on weekends to the creek with fishing poles.

They are the roads that take us away from the politics, the news and the monotony of the everyday mundane.

A wild hog runs across the road as everyone yells, “Did you see the size of that pig!” “Almost as big as Poppa David”, the kids tease as I respond with an “Oink Oink” to giggles.

The road now opens wider and ends at an old graveyard and wooden church with a stove pipe protruding through its roof.

My wife reads out the Historical Marker that some of the graves are from the 1800’s as I rub my hand nurturing an inflamed nerve.

A reminder that I am not so young myself.

But when I come to the end of mine I will have shared a legacy of memories whether it be smooth, rough, washed out or serene I will have been blessed by the company I have kept in between.