
Emily, Ryan, and Karen are nearly home. Em called from somewhere in Washington about an hour ago, a scenic overlook where they had gotten out to stretch and walk the dogs around. I think they deserve to see something pretty. I found I-90 on Google Maps and took my little man and put him on the highway. The trip across South Dakota, Montana, and the little bit of Idaho was 1000 miles of - well nothing. I'm sure it's more interesting in person, but I imagine that scenery got old pretty fast. No trees.
So I just called, and they're 15 minutes from Issaquah. They're getting excited, and I'm very relieved.
Nearly 2800 miles away. I have a feeling I'd better learn to like to fly.






