Ahh….to be on the open road!
As it turns out, getting out of Eugene was half of the battle of day one. My beautiful wife is time challenged. This is no secret, and there is no denying it (although denial is part of the symptoms). It runs on her side of the family, like some sort of curse that afflicts the women in their mid-20s. I thought it may skip a generation, but alas, more than one of my children suffer from the same affliction, and no amount of “fudging” the real launch time makes a difference. They seem to sense what the breaking point is of everyone else around them, and then delay just a “few more minutes” past that.
7A turned into 8A and finally 8:30A…but we DID achieve launch with no blood let.
We came armed with loads of music, a couple of “books on tape” (including one for our book club which meets a week after our return), and for the first time, tried playing Podcasts through the bluetooth in the new Highlander.
It was a raving success. In fact…we became so enthralled with “Binge-podding” the series, “Serial,” that we blew right by the exit to Hwy. 84, not realizing we had done so, until we were crossing the Columbia River into Washington and headed for Vancouver on I-205.
Holyfreakinshirt!!! A minor diversion that was repeated again in Hood River. Not kidding. The two “detours” cost us a mere 45 minutes of backtracking. But, hey…that was good for another chapter of “Serial.”
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