I've wanted to visit Montana and Wyoming for a long time, specifically Glacier National Park. Cliff wasn't thrilled with the prospect of traveling that far, since I don't drive and he'd be doing all that driving. But the oldest grandson was ready, willing, and able to go along and be the second driver. So we've been making plans to go.
In the past few days, the grandson has had some job changes: it's a promotion of sorts, but it means he doesn't get vacation time for a year. So much for his being the relief driver.
There's no way I'm going to subject Cliff to doing all the driving to go that far, when he wasn't so thrilled about the trip anyhow. I've already told him that, and he said it's the best news he's heard all day. I believe we'll stick our necks out and opt for a motorcycle ride to someplace closer: possibly Colorado (which we both love), or maybe South Dakota. Heck, even Arkansas would be nice. We'll see.
Maybe next year we'll make Glacier National Park.