Driving across the country for the third time, but the first time from east to west, and being conscious enough to realize how beautiful the rolling hills and farms of western Pennsylvania are.
Doing all the most touristy things in Chicago: water taxi, Fanny Mae candy store, Navy Pier.
Reconnecting with a college friend who lets the kids have ice cream for breakfast. She is famous in our family lore forever.
Watching your kid and one of her best pals discover what a big wheel really is at the John Deere “Pavilion,” in Rock Island, Illinois.
Realizing that you can look at corn for 900 miles.
Discovering that Lincoln, Nebraska has a really great Thai restaurant and being actually thrilled for a friend who’s starting as the dean of the J-school there. Go Cornhuskers!
Being late for a trail ride in Cheyenne, Wyoming (we got lost) and ending up spending 90 minutes just communing with the horses and enjoying the wild west scenery.
Actually finding a good audiobook about kids on the Oregon Trail, and arriving at Fort Bridger, WY not long after the kids in the book do. Actually walking on the Oregon Trail.
Realizing that you can look at scrub desert for 900 miles.
Finding out in Park City, UT that ski areas can still be fun in the summer. Swearing an inappropriate amount on the luge coaster while hugging my daughter.
Trying to explain gambling, pawn shops and prostitution in a way that’s both understandable and appropriate for a fourth and a fifth grader.
Being reunited with our cat in Sacramento.
Arriving in San Francisco, unpacking, setting up a reasonably functional household, grocery shopping endlessly, seeing friends and family, getting kid ready to start in a new school, seeing more friends and family, walking the dog, doing laundry, wondering how three weeks can pass this way.
Being glad, glad to be home. I don’t even complain about the fog, yet.