Who’s big idea was it to leave for a trip three days after Christmas?
Amidst the sounds of our loved ones chomping on leftover turkey and the endless beeping and chiming of new electronic toys, Donna’s had to scramble around mapping out final routes, booking rooms, and laundering my travel undies. All while ignoring those nasty news reports about tornados hitting our destined highway in Texas.
So tomorrow we awaken bright and early, fall back into the pillow, snooze another half hour, get up, throw on a pair of something damn comfortable (did the Von Trapps actually own travel clothes?), enjoy a cup of coffee, maybe a little breakfast with remaining family, shave (or not), then hit the road at a predetermined time – to use the exact words of Donna Baker – “whenever I damn well feel like it.”
Aside from the billion tourists visiting Disneyland and those handful of locals working during Christmas week, , the freeways should be lighter. We have to log 365 miles tomorrow, so can’t leave too late. Hope to make Phoenix before their rush hour.