Whoever Said, “Life Isn’t About Its Destination, But Its Journey” Was Full of Crap
At the strike of a road-hypnotized hour eight, this journey was ALL about the destination.
If you’ve been reading the Twitter feeds there in the upper right, you know what I’m talking about: a butt-clobbering 16 hours from point A (Logan– or, as they say in Danglish: “Too Damn Cold“) to point B (San Diego– or, as they say in German: “Whale’s Vagina“). Since the last two days have been nothing but traveling, this is all we’ve got to show for it:
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- Me. Looking old at 80 MPH.
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- Little Dude. Living it up.
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- Little Sis. Napping it up.
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- The Sister: Trip Instigator.
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- The Destination: Cousin “Hot Pool”.
