Laundry To Go

Sad to say a few things fell off my mental packing list. Time will tell if those "necessities" were truly necessary. I am certain the extra sparkly, dangly earrings I packed will fill in nicely for anything left behind for this back-to-nature mountain vacation.

Mr501 was mildly put off when I clumped down the front steps with an armload of wet laundry and proceeded to set up a drying station in the hatchback. He flipped the wet clothing at the first rest stop. What would you do with a car filled with 100-degree heat?

Next concern: Where to set up the ironing board? Hmmmmm.

Let the Frenzy Begin

Camp Box? Check.

That's it. The packing list is in my head. It changes constantly. Remind me why I won't put this list on paper when I cannot remember my phone number.

Then there is Mr501 who forgets to pack underwear, drops his cellphone in the ocean and doesn't care how many times we stop or where. No doubt we don't follow a tight travel plan and rarely have a map on hand when we leave the main road. We are a traveling lost and found. 

But we have some laughs, which takes the monotony out of a drive in a car without a sound system. What do you hear when you're on the road?