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.