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An hour into our trip, we encountered our first real obstacle, and a scary one at that. “Roadblock!” hollered Gramps from up front, the Winnebago slowing to a halt. There were two cop cars on either side of the road, a makeshift barrier blocking our path.
We pulled up to a cop until he held his hand up for us to stop. Gramps rolled down the window and leaned out. “Something the matter, Officer?”
We heard the reply, loud and clear. “Kidnapping. Near Salt Lake City. You see this man?” We all watched from the back, none of us even breathing as Gramps took the photo from the officer.
“Never seen him before, Officer,” lied Gramps.
“Can we have a look inside your vehicle, please, ma’am?” asked the cop.
Gramps paused, but well-accustomed to the police, replied, nicely, “By all means
