Mustang Roundup

Winter in the Rockies. A Ford Mustang in Seattle. A soldier who doesn't want his car to sit a year unattended with nothing protecting it from the elements except a plastic tarp.

I flew out to Seattle with one of my wife's best girlfriends (yeah - go figure) to pick up his Mustang and ferry it back to Minnesota... through the Rockies... in November.

The changes that were made because of 9/11 caused some hassle at the airport terminal on the way out. Two people flying one way, on short notice, with different last names. Needless to say the two of us almost had to submit to a strip search to board the plane.

We arrived to the Pacific rains of November - dreary and dark - sort of like the mood I was in. We could only stay a day or two and then had to hustle back to Minnesota.