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Daydream Believer.

Devil’s Tower.

I am just returning from my first exam of the semester in Surveying. I think I did o.k. I know I didn’t ace it, but I think I at least got a decent grade. I found a couple of the questions frustrating because the professor scratched out a question and then handwrote a different question next to it that was crammed in a small space and didn’t really make sense to me.

Oy vey. Whatever.

Because of my exam experience I am kicking into daydream mode. Earl and I have quite a bit of travel ahead of us, for example we’re going to Ireland for a week in October. I’m really looking forward to the trip, as Earl’s stepbrother Rick and his girlfriend Helen are getting married on the cliffs. They witnessed our commitment ceremony back in 1996 so they asked us to come to Ireland and witness their marriage. The trip involves an educational shuffle but this sort of thing comes once in a lifetime so it’s well worth the song and dance I’m doing with the professors.

If a trip to Ireland (as well as a few upcoming weekend excursions) wasn’t enough, I’m already thinking about next summer. We’ve made camping plans for Memorial Day at Southwick Beach, we were lucky to get the “supersite” right on the beach! Plus, we’ve been tossing around ideas for a trip for my 40th birthday next July. There’s been rumblings of an Alaskan cruise and that is certainly an exciting option. However, I want to drive across the country again but Earl isn’t really interested in doing that. I want to visit our friends in Cheyenne, I want to drive around Area 51 again, and I want to hear, see and feel the serenity of the Arizona desert. I told him I’d meet him in Las Vegas – he can fly and I’ll drive the Jeep. People ask me, “why on earth would you drive across the country for a week when you can fly in a day?” Well, words can not describe the peace, the excitement and the sense of adventure I feel when I drive across the country. It’s as simple as that. I’m never at a loss for words, but I honestly can not describe the happiness I feel during the adventure of a road trip.

It’s as simple as that.