Spent a little time surfing the freeways to visit my nieces for their birthdays recently. There was a sulking episode involving The Boy and an excruciatingly loud toy recorder/flute party favor, but we won't dwell on that. TwoBoo napped (!) while we drove, and my mind played "Boys of Summer" as I snapped mountain ridge photos. I never thought I'd miss dried-out chaparrral. Sigh.
