While you’re off staring at redwoods and pretending you’re a character in Sideways (a character traveling with two children well under drinking age), I’ve been recovering from Spring Break ’05.
We had a splendid peaks ‘n’ valleys classic family trip: plenty of car time, punctuated at one point by Clif’s flat-voiced chant “Are we there yet?” which went on so long that he put himself to sleep. We saw Rock City. We continued our tour of Aquariums Of The Southeast, and got a full dose of things with suckers. And we saw the strangest creature we’ve ever seen: the leafy seadragon, a seahorse that looks like a floating salad. Unbelievable.
Among the historical highlights was a visit to Atlanta’s famed Tom Moreland Interchange, aka “Spaghetti Junction,” where I-85 and I-whatever collide, giving the children a great hands-on experience in the effects of suburban sprawl. After an hour of gridlock and Disc 2 of The Incredibles (which made me boohoo all over again to hear Brad Bird talk about how he made that movie), we finally made it to Pirate’s Cove for the most stirring round of miniature golf ever. Every trip has its perfect moment.
I managed to sneak away to Strands and Strings or whatever for a souvenir–some tomatoey Araucania Nature Cotton. Thank you all for crucial guidance on Atlanta yarn stores at a desperate moment.
Along the way I taught myself how to knit while in a car without queasing out. (The key: look up a lot.) This large achievement opened up blessed uninterrupted hours of handwork. I worked on the cotton shawl, Kiri, and what obsessed me all week was the nagging worry that I might not have enough yarn to finish the thing. I have exactly six rows left to go. See?
You make the call . . .