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 internet
No hotel/motel
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
And that was it.
Early Thursday morning I drove over the bridge to the Dr.s house and shortly thereafter the were-bear (half man half bear) arrived. 
The Kala Beverages boys were back together. We loaded up the rented Xterra and pointed north.
Brohammas 