Author: Backpacking Dad

Oh hi. Remember me? I used to write here in this blog. Sometimes I was funny. Mostly not. Sometimes I’d write posts that were all serious. Mostly not. Sometimes I’d write sweet posts that were calculatedly designed to get all of my mom readers to cyber-throw their cyber-mom-jeans at me up on my cyber-stage. And…

Wow. I’m never going on a road trip with any of you. There were some really horrific stories, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to quite erase the images of all of the bodily fluids being evacuated by someone or another in or around a car or on someone’s shoe. And disgusting and…

In 2003 we took a road trip up the coast. We rented a Mustang convertible and drove it from San Diego to Vancouver, ferried over to Victoria, ferried down to Washington to drive to Seattle, then drove over the mountains to Boise, down through Nevada to Reno and back over the mountains to Sacramento, into…