I am home for a few nights of work before we leave for part two of summer vacaciones, on the road. We have had more financial setbacks and the Chief Financial Officer advised me we need to combine her need to go to California with my need to burn off accumulated leave from the Police Department. So Poof Tour 2010 has been shelved and I still don't get to see New England which is pissing me off. Nor will we greet the friendly poofs who we were hoping to see one more time on this cancelled trip. Not least we have to skip seeing riepe in his native element which I was looking forward to. However this does mean the wife doesn't have to spend money flying to California from the East Coast which would have been an additional expense. And I get to see the Motel 6 in Fort Stockton, Texas, one more time. I was hoping to take a ferry across Lake Champlain and shake the hand of a Vermont secessionist. Oh well, man proposes and God disposes.
Cheyenne slept for 48 hours straight after we got home and I am not sure how she will view a three days slingshot to Los Angeles in the back of the Fusion, but she is a cheerful soul and probably spending a few days closeted in the car with me and the wife is better than her previous life. I hope so at any rate. She will get lots of cool weather walks in my old haunts in Santa Cruz's redwood forests to make up for the inconvenience of getting there.
I am now hoping to see Bobskoot in Oregon before launching ourselves back across country to be back at work the last week of July. In the meantime I have a few more stories from the most excellent summer trip to North Carolina and a few photo essays in the can to carry us through the next three weeks. Then of course I will be home happily back in my daily routine and facing what they say is an elevated chance of getting hit by a hurricane. Or oily rain.
We hit the road Saturday morning at 6:30am sharp.
9 comments:
Oh crap and I will most likely miss meeting you. I get in late Wed and have plans just about every day. Have fun on your cross country trip and maybe next time Im in your neck of the woods we can meet.
Mr Conchscooter:
I am elated, floating on air, dreaming of our Burrito together in Oregon.
bob
Wet Coast Scootin
Maybe bobskoot will bring you out to the Coast. You might as well go all the way, from sea to shining sea, just another hour and a half.
Cheers,
Cindy
I plan to have cheyenne dipping her paws in the pacific. California pacific so why not oregon pacific?
judi call anyway.
yep
Mr Conchscooter:
that would be cool. imagine two curmudgeons together, at the same hotel somewhere around Lincoln City, Oregon dipping our Pink Crocs in the ocean
bob
bobskoot: wet coast scootin
Don't know if you got my response at Conch-to-be but...
I'm flying to St. Augustine July 31st and in Key West till August 12!! But I'll be in Denver until then. Let me know when/if you're in town! You are welcome to email me directly rather than communicating via blog comments (email address on the blog).
Please don't take Conchscooter to Lincoln City, that horrid bastion of coastal strip malls. Astoria is lovely, followed by a trip out to the jetty for the Peter Iredale, and on south to Gearhart, Cannon Beach, then hop back to PDX. Dontcha think?
Cindy
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