Some weekends are perfect. This past weekend was one of them. A group of women I haven’t seen since we worked together at a local TV station, came back to town to reconnect, reminisce, and re-establish a friendship. In the more than half decade that’s elapsed since we were news producers, reporters, and anchors we have made six career changes, celebrated three weddings, and given birth to two babies. There was much to share.
So, we hit the road on a Southern Oregon wine tasting jaunt in a pre-owned 2013 Ford Raptor from Butler Ford. We could have driven a smaller vehicle – a sedan, or maybe an SUV – but something about the weekend called for space. We wanted transportation large enough to handle the four of us, one infant, the inevitable accoutrements that pile up around a diaper bag, and the many cases of wine we planned to haul home. But there was an additional need for room, as well.
I love these women, no question, but before this weekend I would not have said I knew them anymore. Our friendship took root when we were single, starting out, making little money and big plans. We shared similar circumstances, parallel gripes, related experiences. Friends like that ride easily in compact space. But these women and I have expanded our existence; We’ve moved apart -geographically and otherwise, we’ve married, and we’ve all abandoned the industry that brought us together. Our plot lines, like our day to day lives, no longer intertwine. We needed room this weekend to grow and stretch into a new connection, to assess who we are to each other today. Our reunion was a potentially rocky crossroad; It seemed fitting that our vehicle be up to the task.
So, we piled into the Raptor, and sipped and noshed, and ooohed and aaaahed our way through the Applegate Valley. We met fun people who’s names we’ll never remember and animals who’s names we’ll never forget (a trio of sheep called Hawking, Newton and Einstein, to be exact). We shared photos and stories and came back with new ones, and somewhere along the way discovered the road back to each other.
A day ago we said our goodbyes and returned to our husbands, our children, our careers, the same people we were last week but somehow richer. We’re already planning another reunion. Maybe next time we’ll rent a sedan.