Finally some action! Packing up the truck, loading the bikes on the rack and grabbing the dog. First stop, Sequoia National Park. After that only a notion of sights we wouldn't mind looking at.
Why are road trips so appealing? Is it the excuse to unapologetically eat at every greasy spoon along the intestate? The simplicity of life on the road? Or that time appears to stop when you are listening to tunes and enjoying the scenery?
While I love to be home, I love to travel more. Travel short distances, long distances, for 2-days or 2-months - it doesn't matter. Traveling has this feel - this sense of the unknown. I have never been one to spend time off sticking close to home. Yep, I'm a vay-cationer. Not interested in taking a stay-cation. That's why we have sick days, right? I mean, sure, when I lived near the beach, I occasionally would leave a pre-8:00 a.m., croaky-voiced message for my secretary. Letting her know I wouldn't be in, I was not feeling well and adding an uncontrolled fit of coughing as I hung up the phone. Then I would hustle down to 2nd Street Cafe LA Times in hand, have my favorite breakfast and read the paper at my leisure. From there I was free to spend the rest of the day at the beach - warm sun on exposed skin feels so good. As I people watched from the vantage point of my towel I would wonder what everyone was doing at the beach. Were they sick too? Or just smart enough to have choosen a profession where they could spend the day in the sand?
Yep, vacation! A good, old-fashioned vacation. Sure gas prices are high but we'll mitigate the costs by sleeping under the stars, eating at cheap greasy spoons and spending every moment in the present.
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When I was teaching, we called those sick days "mental health days". My master teacher always encouraged me to use them all!!
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