Today, I was fortunate to go for a picnic snowshoe. When I arrived at the trailhead, I pulled out the case where I envisioned my National Parks pass would be. I flipped through the contents & didn’t see it so I resorted to pulling out things from my glove comparment, then the center compartment, the visors, and then back to the little case. As you can imagine by then I was very frustrated; especially, since I pride myself in being organized.








