This is going to be short. I feel like I'm diving into an infinite ocean of vanity that is the blogosphere. I really just want to share some of the fun we're about to have on our vacation out West...only a month to go before we set out, and this is part of the preparation.
Some background: the name of this blog comes from my grandpa, who would say whenever we took off for a camping trip, "We're off like a dirty shirt!" He set out on his biggest adventure last October when he died at 92. He was afraid and didn't want to go. He held on tight to life. He loved it. He and Grandma took the greatest pleasure in showing me their way of enjoying it, which was to travel, hike, meet people from all over the country, and wonder at the beauty and marvels of nature.
So that's the plan, the romantic notion behind the trip. The reality will be edgier: two teenagers and two naive parents in a small enclosed space for thousands of miles. I'll be letting you know how it goes.
