We do the same sort of thing every damn time we leave for
vacation. It’s a nod towards budgeting
on an otherwise expensive expedition.
And so every trip starts by taking it south no matter the actual compass direction.
It’s become a sorry vacation tradition to use Motel 6 as a sort of
staging area, and every time we do it we swear it will be our last.
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Saturday, August 23, 2014
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