In just a couple more hours I am sooooo out of here.
I love Madison, but I haven't had a whole week off from work since I went to Scotland - over a year ago.
This time around the old man and I are headed to our native state. I'm flying to Denver, and then we're driving the rest of the way to CA together.
It'll be interesting to be stuck in the car with the Rev for a couple of days, with only our conversation, the car stereo, and the magnificent western scenery to fend off the boredom. I spent some time last night separating out those tapes from my collection that a seventy-something protestant minister might enjoy (not surprisingly, The Crucifucks didn't make the cut), and he probably brought along a Patrick O'Brien book-on-tape (an old Navy man himself, he's sick with the Jack Aubrey).
Anyway - first stop is Sierra City. Ma grew up just a few miles down the canyon along Highway 49, so it's a part of the state I've been going to for as long as I can remember.
Then, later in the week, we're headed for Evolution Valley.
We're going to be running around in the back country, with the bears and the sudden early winter storms and everything. So, if I don't make it back, please remember my last request:
Don't ever let Flanders forget that he's an idiot.