Whenever I make plans to go away, there are two possible scenarios that may play out. In the first one, I make a list, remember everything I need, and am packed and ready to go on time. Emma, Bob and I get into the car together and set off for our destination in good spirits. This scene plays out only slightly more often than unicorn sightings.

In the other, more common scenario, which is currently happening, I have to get up obscenely early to finish (or start) packing. I make what I think is a complete list but am always plagued by a nagging feeling that I forgot something, which is usually confirmed after we’ve traveled 40 miles. Bob and Emma sit and wait for me in the car while I tear through the house, cursing and sweating.

Our home away from home for the next few days.

And so this is all I have for today. Last night I tried to write a longer post which I did because I didn’t want to address the mountain of gear. I’ll be back on Monday.