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...