September 2004 Blog Posts

  • No place like home...

    It's 2:45AM and I have been on the road for nearly 11 hours.  The car is packed to and on the roof and the dogs are sleeping with one eye open.  The little sign finally appears and I brake as the turn-off approaches.  10 miles of dirt road leads us up the mountain and welcomes us a jolt.  The other eye opens and the scramble for poll position on the front passenger seat takes place.  In their eyes, they both have the best spot. I quickly accelerate to reach that certain speed where the suspension and the ruts in the road...