And now, without ado of any kind:
"This was your spot?" Molly asked. The sign above her read "Exit 181, 1/2 mile ahead."
Her father nodded. The country highway crested here on a hill that overlooked a distant lake and the town on the other side.
"We'd come up here on July 4th and watch that town's fireworks reflect off the lake. On our third 4th together, I proposed. You came along a year later, so we missed that one...and then we moved." He smiled and shook his head. "Never been here since."
They talked a while, scattered Mom's ashes, and talked a while more...mainly of three nights on a hill.