Airstream Home Again

It’s been a pretty crazy month for weather in Portland. Snow the day we arrived. An ice storm. And more snow when we left. Kids, of course, find all the changes to be interesting and fun. Adults, not so much.

This old Chevy has been sitting in this very spot for as long as my mom has lived in the neighborhood. One of these days I’m going to ask if I can see what’s under the hood. I like how they’ve still got miscellaneous receipts and things sitting on the dash like one day it didn’t fire up and they just haven’t gotten around to giving it a jump yet.

The kids did their part to help Grammy avoid a lawsuit.

They didn’t shave before going out to dinner.

Ali and Ouest were due to fly out to Minnesota on Wednesday—how many people do you know that have to fly in for their orthodontist appointments?—so of course on Tuesday night 12″ of snow fell on Portland, a town with one snow shovel and maybe a pound or two of salt, total. Their direct flight that would have had them there at four in the afternoon ended up being a one-stopper getting them in at one in the morning. Awesome.

Somehow, twenty-four hours after they left Portland, all four of us met up in Texas ten minutes apart.

Our friends in Houston took good care of our lives for us while we were away. The Airstream was as spotless as we left it, the truck fired right up, and Hermie and Crabby were still alive. It’s good to have friends. Thanks guys, we’ll see you soon.

In one hour Ali had found a home for everything that we had brought back with us.

With all due respect to our friends who live in Houston, on a list of America’s worst cities, this would be very close to the top for us. It looks and feels like a giant being threw up concrete and malls, and there were tiny bits of homes in there that hadn’t been digested yet. Does that paint a pretty picture?

How about this picture of seven lanes of traffic on a Saturday, at eleven?

So, back on the road, headed for the border before the Mexicans wise up and stop letting us in. We’ve got a crazy drive in store for us in the next couple weeks—the 40D across Mexico, one of the few major routes in Mexico that we have yet to drive.