My high school English teacher deplored the term “leaving out.” As in, “I’m leaving out for El Paso this afternoon.” She felt the phrase was not only bad grammar, but made you seem a bit uneducated and countryfied. And anyway, all of her students knew better.
So forgive me Mrs. Schwartz, but tomorrow, we’re “leaving out” for Alaska.
I’ve stuffed everything I can think of into the fifth wheel, hoping not to forget anything essential. You never know what you might need and it’s at least 200 miles between Wall Mart super stores. I don’t remember taking so much stuff out of the trailer when we came home from the last trip. What I’ve really done, I think, is accumulate more junk. I know I don’t need four mice; we’re only taking two laptops. But I gather up all this electronic gear anyway and poke it into every nook and cranny. And, who knows, I may really need an extra mouse or VGA cable.
We are prepared; at least Johnna is. She’s spent the last seven months researching and planning this trip. Of course she will only guarantee an itinerary for the first three weeks or so. After that, it’s one day at a time, like always. But we do enjoy our trips and I’m sure this one won’t be any different.
It’s almost nine P.M. so I’ll stop this post and make one more pass through the house. I’m sure I’ve missed something.
I hope to post every couple of days at least. It always depends on Internet accessibility.