I usually save my big family road trips for the end of summer, but a few factors forced it to June, which was fine. I’m just back with, a yet again, dirty car and a great appreciation for the Golden state and the power of junk food to quiet children at a nameless truck stop.
It’s always nice to come home and realize you might have a pair of clean underwear in your future, but even in a quiet moment in my back yard there is the hum. The constant running of something, many things in a city. I got to taste the clarity of quiet and I’m still thirsty for it.
That’s why we endure the dirty cars and the truck stops.