Sometimes you just have to make a decision. To fly by the seat of your pants and take it all in. Sometimes, you have to make a rocket run. This is similar to the impromptu Vegas weekend in other circles. Inspired by the perfectly-timed epiphany, somewhere between desperation and boredom. Someone says, “Hey…why don't we go to_______? That would be awesome!” And everyone else responds with, “Ooooooooh damn. Time for an epic adventure.”
Sometimes – with Chelsea's blessing of course – I get my rocket runs. Not to be confused with the morning after an all-you-can-eat burrito binge. This is not that painful. No, friends, I get my speedy, sleepless, gas station food-eating, sight-slaloming, coffee-chugging, rest by a Dairy Queen-ing trip to adventure and oblivion.
Recently, Chelsea and I bought a CVT rooftop tent and I had to make a decision. Either have it shipped all the way down from beautiful Bend, Oregon…OR…load Some Boy up in the truck and take a quick three-and-a-half day, 1,000 mile trip from San Diego to Bend.
Time to pack up the driving shorts, trucker shirts and sandals.
With the baby being too…well…he's a baby, and a trip like this is harsh for him and Chelsea. So he stayed home.
And Sidekick is like one of worst back seat drivers ever. With him it's all, “Dad, you're clearly not paying attention. You must maintain a constant speed for maximum fuel efficiency and navigational timing.” What else can you expect from a two-year-old?
One of the best parts of taking a trip like this is that so much more of what you see is surprising. In my case, it also gave me an opportunity to observe how far along my oldest son has come. Getting him out and away from home when he actually knows the difference now definitely brings out his maturity and perspective. Turns out, he's a real fun dude!
We had a great time on our trip. Made pretty decent time and had fun exploring.