What would make me lock up my best friend by the hands of strangers, and leave her behind for several days?
What would make me pack up a bunch of groceries before heading to the vast wilderness of Sugar Mountain, where the closest grocery store is, uh, 1.5 miles from the condo?
What would make me leave all my toys locked up in a safe, and all my TV's unplugged (awaiting an errant thunderstorm), and all our computers turned off and unlinked to the world wide web?
What would make me leave my bed, and comfy rumpled pillows and my shower that could blast and strip the paint off an old wooden fence?
What would make me hit the road in the heat of the day and streak past points of (my)interest to get to our destination?
Why would I leave my home? My place, where *I* hole up to forget the heat, and work, and taxes, and sore necks?
Oh yeah, to relax.
