I will survive.
That's my vacation mantra. I will survive. I will survive. It helps keep me
from crawling into the suitcases (too often) or sucking on my pacifier-foot
(much). And it seems to work, because I have survived another one. And, truth be
told, it wasn't really all that bad.
We went to Montana for a week. We stayed at Big Mountain and hiked the Danny On trail, drove through Glacier National Park on the Going-to-the-Sun road, and ate ice cream. The grass in Montana is delicious.
And unlike most vacations, we didn't get lost (not even once! A first!) and I didn't get attacked by any rude dogs. I might even go back someday. But not any time soon. There's still no place like home.
There's no better copilot than a Biggie.
Here I am, navigating. No wonder we didn't get lost this time!