Sometimes the Road is...

...LONG. Roy and I headed out for Hood River, Oregon this morning for our annual Youth Worker's Training Conference. Sans kids. Zip. Nadda. None. After a late start, we realized an hour down the road that we forgot to "go through the CD's." Why is this important? Well, let's take a look.

We have all sorts of kids music. Mostly in Spanish. Like this nifty CD we picked up on a trip to Ketchum one year. It's a delightful mix of Latin songs in both English and Spanish. For kids.

Finally, I shuffled through the CD's and found something we both agreed on that wasn't for kids, although Paco loves this one: Michael Buble's, Irristable. One has no idea how short a CD is until they are on a 6 hour drive with a limited music selection.

Once I took over driving, Roy fell asleep and I turned on my phone music. Ahhh. Norah Jones, Sarah McLachlan, Jack Johnson, Journey, real music. For me. And I could skip a song if I wanted 'cause he was SAWING LOGS!!!

As I started out saying, Sometimes the Road is winding, like it is on Cabbage Hill:

And sometimes the long is just LONG.

I won't tell you how many pictures I took with phone. Too many. Waaayy toooo many. Okay, here's one. This is my "I am a high school girl who thinks she is all that AND a box of cocoa puffs!!!" I don't know, maybe it should be my new facebook/myspace pic? What do you think. Do you like the grey streaks? I won't tell you how much I paid for that look.

I'll close with that shot. Enjoy.