Time to Travel
Since moving to Alameda at the summer's end, I haven't traveled much or made many plans to do so. I have only made quick trips to fulfill obligations in Humboldt and Sacramento. As the time for the annual pilgrimage to my native Wisconsin came and went last month, I found myself wondering whether I'd made mistakes by not making the trip, or even by not staying in Humboldt.
Well, opportunities have arisen. A tremendous Packers season left this weekend available for a trip, and with rangerly, new-parent friends in Humboldt ready for company, we will make our way up north for a potentially pleasurable, reasonably relaxing, baby babbling visit. The tides look good, the forecast doesn't, but if the precipitat-ious predictions play out just right, I might whisk away to the tidepools of Houda Point or even the snow-clad oaks and firs of Berry Summit.
The Parents have typically provided plane tickets for past Wisconsin Christmases, and as we didn't make the trip this year, we got the money instead ... which we will use to visit in the middle of February (yes, like fucking idiots,
dead_terrapin ,
goldiebear ,
herrgooch ,
passionrlsusall ,
sbr2004 , and any anonymous smartass Great Lakes readers ;)> ). We will almost assuredly get the snow there, along with non-obligated time with the parents, the Sister (who scored some time off from her bitchass job in directory assistance) and the Wisconsin kiddoes. I might even finally strap on the snow shoes.
In addition to the trips we've already locked in, we will likely take advantage of my inheritance from Grandma's estate to visit
rhiannon_1983 in Maryland, and I may possibly fly solo to catch up with one of my oldest friends, now in Nashville; I hope to convince the new Nashvillain to head up to Mammoth Cave in Kentucky should the trip materialize. And once we get the Boy out of diapers, we hope to return to Britain and seek out unfamiliar corners of the country such as Cornwall.
Well, opportunities have arisen. A tremendous Packers season left this weekend available for a trip, and with rangerly, new-parent friends in Humboldt ready for company, we will make our way up north for a potentially pleasurable, reasonably relaxing, baby babbling visit. The tides look good, the forecast doesn't, but if the precipitat-ious predictions play out just right, I might whisk away to the tidepools of Houda Point or even the snow-clad oaks and firs of Berry Summit.
The Parents have typically provided plane tickets for past Wisconsin Christmases, and as we didn't make the trip this year, we got the money instead ... which we will use to visit in the middle of February (yes, like fucking idiots,
dead_terrapin ,
goldiebear ,
herrgooch ,
passionrlsusall ,
sbr2004 , and any anonymous smartass Great Lakes readers ;)> ). We will almost assuredly get the snow there, along with non-obligated time with the parents, the Sister (who scored some time off from her bitchass job in directory assistance) and the Wisconsin kiddoes. I might even finally strap on the snow shoes.
In addition to the trips we've already locked in, we will likely take advantage of my inheritance from Grandma's estate to visit
rhiannon_1983 in Maryland, and I may possibly fly solo to catch up with one of my oldest friends, now in Nashville; I hope to convince the new Nashvillain to head up to Mammoth Cave in Kentucky should the trip materialize. And once we get the Boy out of diapers, we hope to return to Britain and seek out unfamiliar corners of the country such as Cornwall.