Ugh. It’s early. Fumbling through my desk trying to find that coupon for a dozen donuts for $3.99, so we can all have some breakfast before driving up to Tahoe for the day. I wish it were a little later in the season so we could go rafting, but we’ll settle for lunch on the beach and a good game of frisbee.

I talked to my mom this morning and she gave me her coordinates from the road.  I sat down with a huge piece of poster paper and drew a horrible map of the U.S., complete with Point A (Rhode Island) and Point B (Reno) marked for the kids to keep track. We’ll draw a line as they move across, with a dot for every place they stop. First night it was Pennsylvania, second night it was Indiana. This morning they’ve just crossed into Illinois, and plan to stop for the night in Des Moines.

I envy them, I haven’t driven cross-country in too many years.

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Home again, late again. We walked the strip downtown awhile, passed a good outdoor concert at Harrah’s front atrium - complete with a dancing plastic man about 30 feet tall. Browsed some gift shops before we got back in the car and headed over to the Peppermill for an hour or two, had a Sombrero, came home. Nibbled on a piece of cold pizza since I didn’t have any dinner - and now getting ready to curl up on the futon in the living room because Jamie’s got my bed.

All of this on the heels of a day playing in the ancient, blue waters of Pyramid Lake, an oasis, in its truest sense, out in the middle of the Nevada desert. We took the kids and our inner tubes, a beach blanket and some sunblock and had ourselves a really good time. We’re pretty well-done, or, as Jamie would say, “naturally radiant”.

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