Our collection of children have surprised us with a week long trip to Kauai next week. Bam! that there's a good brood a chickens!
My prize and I have never been on a week vacation (other than camping with them and all their friends) since we began the voyage 18 years ago. Let alone gong somewhere that far or warm. Simply humbling.
I'm describing it like this. There is a good chance we won't come back. It's kinda like letting the dog out of the yard and they go ape shit because they've never seen past the fence before. I'm gonna run stupid until my tongue is hangin out and I need to lie in the shade. I'm gonna lose my way and get picked up by the Hawaiian dog pound and I won't be wearing a collar. I'll be euthanized with a smile on my face and a mouthful of pineapple. Maybe I'll put a chip in my ear.
As of next Sunday, I'm a traveler
but with my eyes open for the illusive Hawaiian Oak tree.
that is what I said when we went to California 2 years ago. San Diego could probably tempt me, but driving through California from Las Vegas the landscape was too brown for me, I miss the green grass. On the way home went through Yuma and asked the tempature it was 102 at 9am.
