It's the oddest thing: Every male friend I have is tooling around the lower 48 this summer. One's in his truck. One's on a bike. And one's taking the scenic route to D.C. with his wife and a big dog in an Audi.
Go figure. Must be something in the water.
We can't help it, we have hard wired wanderlust. It's summer, and we can't swim upstream, spawn and die - therefore we must pile into gas guzzling rv's and see the world. I leave August 1 for Maine on a motorcycle so I'm familiar with the spectacle of migrating men . . . we usually come back though. Hang in there, summer can be fun. Today was gorgeous, don't you think?
ReplyDeleteQuite lovely, I would agree. Would have been better if I had been playing outside instead of in an office, but with half-wall windows, I can't complain much.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a fun trip. I confess that perhaps the reason I'm noticing all these people wandering is that I wish I was doing the same.