My kids go back to school late. We're talking this week, the second week of September, which is long enough to have to answer the question of why they are not in school about one hundred thousand times. To escape the unofficial truancy officers, and with most kids in school, we headed out for a less crowded vacation. We packed up the car and headed north on our longest road trip yet.
SF-->Gold Beach-->Portland-->Seattle-->Grants Pass-->home.
After a week on a road, we found ourselves spending the last night in a room that smelled like it had been bombed with Febreze and carpet cleaner moments before we checked in, just north of the California border, eating Voodoo doughnuts. "I think this is our lowest point as a family," I said. After a pause, Rocket said, "We are a weird family."
"We do weird things," he explained, while picking the mini M&Ms off his doughnut.
That came back to me when uploading our photos and finding this picture of us eating grilled cheese sandwiches in the top of a double decker bus.
He says weird, I say awesome. Tomato, tamato.
(Tomorrow I'll post about what we did. Every last weird detail.)