|Lexie our Ford Flex is packed stem to stern.|
Family Road Trips!
Love em' or hate em', 'tis the season to set off to explore designations unknown.
(Read: a jaunt across the U.S. border to shop outlet malls and visit waterslides.)
For we Carmichaels that means farming out Zoe the Dog to Grandma Carmichael, Pink and Floyd the Gerbils to Granny, and Billy the Beta Fish to Grandpa Dave. Yes, it takes many grandparents to allow us to flee the city for five nights in the metropolis known as Minneapolis.
Ah America, our southern neighbour, how shiny and exciting you are to our soon to be nine-year-old and twelve-year-old daughters. The Lego Store, American Girl, Valley Fair and more, a mere eight hour drive
When I suggested this adventure I was absolutely sure The Drew loved long car rides.
I personally would avoid them like mosquitoes in a bog, but I was certain he had a passion for them. Who doesn't want to sit crammed in a stuffy car, slowly losing all feeling in your buttocks, while your patience flees as quickly as a mangy dog flees a bath under a garden hose?
Apparently, I was wrong. In fact, he thought I had a yearning for a Carmichael Car Trip, because as kids my brother and I spent every summer at our cottage at Brereton Lake and never partook in this Canadian tradition.
So, wish us luck as we cram ourselves into Lexie tomorrow at 7 am and head south.