I think maybe it was the phone calls.
I get a lot of phone calls but there are these certain types that after I hang up I just sort of stare off into space for a while. In my role in church I get told things that I then have to keep. I don’t get to talk about them, its kind of like confession. So I just sit there and stare while the phone call sinks into my soul like lead. I started getting a lot of those calls.
“You should call your friends and go on a trip.”
I can’t really raise one eyebrow, but if I could, I would have.
We talked. I listened. No; I think I complained and she listened. It was decided I needed a vacation.
How does one vacation? No. Wrong way to think about this. What do I want to do? Right. Thats a better way to go about it. As I sit and think I am annoyed with the need to think and plan. Thinking and planning is what I need a vacation from. Forget it. Forget planning. I’m not planning this.
I sent a text to the guys. They were in, but they weren’t going to plan it either.
I soon realized that to travel without planning I would still need to plan a little. I emailed out a spreadsheet with the supply list: tent, cooler, a canoe, ya know, just the basics. Off to one side was a list of possible destinations: Leatherheads workshop, cheese farm, Root Soda bottling plant, somewhere up north not near anyone, just the basics. Then, up top, I wrote out some ground rules:
No more than one purchased meal per day and only if it is specific to location (ie Maine lobster)
If we come upon a natural body of water 3+ feet deep, we must swim
If any of us almost die Dr. Chadwick must save them
The Kala Beverages boys were back together. We loaded up the rented Xterra and pointed north.