After three weeks of family vacation, we were bound to hit a grey point. Though no one ever wants to believe the break-in-routine-brightness of a vacation can dim, it’s inevitable.
Every August, you’d strap the luggage rack on the van, plug in the portable fridge, demarcate a safety zone between the back seats and set off for distant mountains or historical monuments . . .
1,200 miles of liquid routes. 90 pounds of yellow Kevlar canoes. Three days without access to civilization. 15 years since my mother first decided that her ideal family vacation would […]