I’m smack in the middle of a long roadtrip. This week I’m visiting family in Detroit and in a few days I’ll be back in DC.
So far, I’ve put 1700 miles on my car. That’s almost as far as it was when I moved from Phoenix to DC.
Beau and I drove overnight from DC to my parents’ place in Wisconsin, about 18 hours of driving. We had to time it right so we could hop on a ferry to take us there, so it meant leaving at 2:30 in the afternoon and getting there at 6 am.
We were there for almost a week (swimming, taking nature walks, and I even got to give a little reading to a big crowd!) and then drove to Milwaukee to visit old friends (Brewers game, tailgaiting, local bar, brunch, art museum, frozen custard), and then Beau flew off on his own while I made the trek to Detroit.
It’s times like these when I think maybe I should have been a trucker. I love driving. I love road trips. Fortunately, so does Beau, and he’s a good passenger.
Arden’s with us too, so she had her first lake experience (she was not a fan) and for the past few days has been riding shotgun with me.