I must admit I'm a little worried about the drive ahead of me tonight. To get up to the lake on a good day takes about two and a half hours, maybe three. On the Friday of Memorial Day weekend, it could take up to four hours. Traffic will simply be that thick on roads that were designed to service small towns only.
Most holiday weekends, this is a bit of an annoyance, but nothing horrible. It is the price of going somewhere beautiful and relatively remote. But this will be my first road trip with Grayson (not yet eight months old). Stacy took him to Iowa when he was about three months old, but he is now at an age where he is alert and curious. I have no idea what this will mean. The farthest I've gone with him is 30 minutes down to Bloomington. The prospect of potentially four hours is nerve-wracking.
I'll report tomorrow how the drive went. Until then, pray for me.
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