My husband and I are going on a road trip...sort of. He left this morning to feed the bears in Yellowstone (hopefully HE won't be feeding the bears)on his way to Portland, Oregon where he'll meet me at the airport next week. What can I say? I'm not the camper sort of girl. From Portland we'll be traveling south through Oregon to Northern California and then back to Arizona...you see, I'm agreeable to the driving portion of the road trip.Asking me to camp out in the wild is comparable to having my husband come to the mall with me shoe shopping...it's just not pleasant for either of us. By respecting each other's differences we both get to enjoy our adventure stories...in the wild and at the mall.
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