Budding trees, singing birds–they can mean but one thing … ROAD-TRIP!
With the spring thaw comes the first road trip of the year. It’s a bit of a tradition–a pilgrimage of sorts. As soon as the pass clears, we head out for Oregon. My grama will be joining us this time around–meaning we’ll not lack for snacks or pit stops. We’re going to visit a friend who’ll be turning 90 next month; we’re going to visit my aunt–to chat and eat, to lounge about and laugh. I cannot wait!
True to form, I’ve yet to pack a single item. I guess I better get to it then…
With that, dear readers, do have a lovely weekend!