Tomorrow, the family, dogs, and I are hooking up the Airstream, hopping into the truck and venturing to the east coast.

Our first time we headed east was 10 years ago.  Our youngest was 1 1/2 years old at the time.  We have made the trip a couple more times since then.  The first trip seemed crazy.  Four kids, 8 years old and younger, a dog, and everything necessary for two weeks of camping on the road, all stuffed into a Mazda MPV.  Entertainment was what they could see out the window and books I had read to the computer and burned onto CDs (I get horribly motion sick if I have to look down or backwards for any reason.  There is no reading in the car). It was awesome.

This time through they have their own sources of entertainment (although I did read a book to the computer and exported it to a flash drive), we won’t be sleeping on the ground, and my eldest is approaching adulthood and probably won’t be available to do too many more of these family adventures. I am so looking forward to spending time, sharing the space and the experience.  How can it be anything else but awesome?  Especially, with the promise they made not to abandon me when I wear the ‘Grasshole’ shirt I just made.