Previously on Midlife Crisis Crossover:
Every year since 1999 Anne and I have taken a road trip to a different part of the United States and seen attractions, wonders, and events we didn’t have back home in Indianapolis. From 1999 to 2003 we did so as best friends; from 2004 to the present, as husband and wife…
…and so on. Thus begin variations on the same intro I’ve been using for over eight years and rewritten countless times. I’ll be tweaking it again for this year’s road trip series when it starts, but first:
- I have a backlog of other entries in mind that ought to be done before I return to that annual tradition.
- After 2600 miles on the road and seven full days away from real keyboards, I’ll need to remember how to type with these Ben Grimm fingers of mine.
- Speaking of which, we should actually finish the vacation itself.
If you’re following me on social media, you may already have seen the photos I’ve shared from the road, one per day. Or maybe you haven’t — despite my size, I tend to disappear inside crowds. For value-added convenience, linked below are the Instagram’d versions of the first five images that’ll eventually be part of the full-length narrative for this year’s vacation, which has taken us from our wee Indianapolis home to faraway Yellowstone National Park and (nearly) back again. Our lead photo is a nearly exclusive bonus for MCC readers from this same trip, never before shared online except with maybe two Facebook friends who noticed me burying it in a reply.
More to come in the near future, just for YOU, the Viewers at Home. Well, Lord willing. And assuming no further travel delays, wrong turns, painful wounds, automotive issues, or animal attacks.
(It’s been a long week. Then again, these things always are.)