Boz and I need a road trip and I don't see it happening soon enough.
Boz languished around the house yesterday, dying for some action. He didn't believe me when I told him it was too hot to go out, so to prove it I took him for a brief walk in the mid day. After one block he came home and threw himself on his bed, sighing like Camille.
He and I are both at the point where we need to do something else, something other than what we do day in and day out. It would be nice to get on the road and head out of town with no particular destination in mind.
I used to do that, just for a weekend. I'd fill my backpack, pick a point on the map and head that way with no intention of actually arriving. That's how I discovered Randsburg, the PPJ Museum, the Salton Sea and the Cabazon Dinosaurs (before they evolved into a creationist museum). California is dotted with odd spots to investigate. Interesting places beckon from the roadside and if you allow yourself an unstructured trip, you take the exit when they call.
But you have to get on the road in the first place.