It used to be that I loved going to Oregon. I loved the long drive up the northern spine of California. I loved the idyllic theater town we stayed in, and I loved the 5,000 Shakespeare plays we'd see when we got there.
But now ... now the thought of strapping a 14-month-old into a car seat she uses maybe once, twice a month is just too much to bear. Emmeline is accustomed to traveling on the bus or in my arms -- both car seat-free conveyances. She treats the car like it's a dentist -- it's there simply to drill her teeth and make her scream.
But, alas, this morning we depart for "vacation." And while the plays will still be there when we arrive, beckoning us, I'm not sure I'll have the mental brain capacity thingy stuff to enjoy them. See? A 5 hour ride is already getting to me. (Yes, I know, poor, poor me -- I get a nice break.)
Still, I'm taking solace in the fact that it's summer, and I'm not alone. America is all about the road trip.
At least Hilary's road trip ended with a cool concert. Even if it was in Kansas.
The Adventures of Adler knows how to dress a kid for the road. Awesome hat!
Laughter and Loveliness embarks on an 11-hour trip. I feel much, much better.
