Like Tree Rings. Only with Hydrocarbons...

I don't know how much longer we'll be keeping this.  Poor van, it's seen some rough use.

We've owned it since before Roxie Jane was born.  She's never known a day that the Big Mormon Wagon (license plate) wasn't in our stable of vehicles.

It blew a radiator line just as we were approaching the crest of Parley's Canyon East of Salt Lake, and then coasted the 7 or 8 miles down into the city.

Caught on fire on the way home from North Carolina (where we got the Spencer Yacht logo on the right window), which fire was extinguished by two good-hearted strangers (with extinguishers!)

We've put almost 150,000 miles on it.  Now the brakes are failing.  But I wanted to have a record of all the things it said for us.

We were members of Port Discovery for a year.  Were members several times of the Baltimore Aquarium. 

We are proud of our kids scholastic achievements, proud to be BYU alumni, proud to be from Harford County and to be seen in Aberdeen.

We've camped in it, driven loads of youth dozens (hundreds?) of times to the temple, to the church, to parks, the bay, the river.

We were glad to have its use, even though we've used it up.