The car is mostly packed and I’ve been kicked out of the house. Not for too much longer. It’s kind of a tradition with us. Corey does a deep clean and I help out by going somewhere else. To be honest, most of her effort is just redoing the stuff I did earlier in the day (with her muttering stuff like “you know the dish towels don’t belong in the stove”).

We only half planned out our trip. Mapped us out  as far as Vancouver Island but have no idea how we get ourselves back home. Maybe we don’t. We just crash on David’s couch and let GoFundMe take care of the rest (help Noel and Corey fulfill their dream of leisure).

The first time we headed we were just a bit older than Henna is now. A lot of people gave us advice on that trip. And some of it was even worth remembering. The best was from Ethel and David (a couple in their 80s traveling by RV) who graciously took our photo at a rest stop in South Dakota overlooking the Missouri. They said the best way to get to know someone is by traveling with them. Corey and I were just barely a couple at the start of that trip. By the end we just knew. The same way I just know to stay out just a bit longer.