Marissa has been asleep for hours, the motion of our travel soothes. The rain on the windshield amplifies; car camping pillow and blankie at the ready ~ out cold like a clubbed seal.
We wake to a great day, clearing skies and warm temps follow. We push deep into Chicago-land, get turned around with road construction; pay a college tuition in tolls to get the **** out of there, turning north for Wisconsin.
We are home, mindset intact, we are still in vacation mode; It takes me a week to fully clear out all the gear; somehow keeping it in the jeep made the adventure linger a little bit longer. Just in time too, as the Ipod player takes a dump and we lose tunes.
In a finite world, what comes around, goes around; so we're right back where we started... or are we?