Road Trip!

Then you open it and realize it’s an invitation. Oh, no! I might have to go somewhere I’ve never been to meet someone I don’t know!

It was a tough choice --- possible detection, boob embarrassment, or no apple pie.

I could make the trip on my bare-bones budget but it would mean skipping all the fun stuff, like visiting friends, eating out, and exploring. And isn't that the point?

I inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of sun-warmed pine needles mixed with sage, listened to the quiet, and I knew: This is still my special place.

Everyone, it seems, is out to cram as much fun as possible into the weekend.

There are dirt paths you can walk or dirt roads you can drive (or walk). I like ’em both, but what I really like is driving down a dusty, bumpy, dirt road. I fear that I may have shortened [...]

So, I quit. After sleeping on it, I woke up early, packed up LaVanne, and left Minaret Falls campground for the last time. I left the sound of water falling and the smell of sun-warmed pine [...]

My prime directive was so ingrained that I didn't even realize it until I tried to change it.

Motivation, I've discovered, is the key to getting sh*t done.

This is heaven, I tell you. Heaven!