I think Miles and I are the last of our party to hit the road, so we should manage to be fashionably late, as always. This vacation means to much to us...this time we have with my mother. This is time we weren't supposed to have. I appreciate the opportunity.

Also though, I appreciate the sacrifice that my husband is making, being separated from the digital world that needs so much of his attention...and yet he is doing this for me and for my family. He is a very selfless man.

So the toothbrushes are packed, always a significant sign of departure in the Phillips residence, and the gas tank is full. I think it's time for a journey Northward, don't you?