LSR is a tough sell -
"Hey Honey, let's load up the trailer and spend a week in 90 degree heat with no shade, stay in an overpriced casino and see if I can't scatter a fair percentage of our retirement savings across a dried lake bed! I'll even rent you a porta-potty!"
It's a balancing act, even with a supportive wife.
And let's face it - as positive as Kate has been toward my endeavor, I know the shoe is eventually going to drop, and I'll be stuck in steerage for 8 hours with my knees in my face on a trip to some eurotrash tourist trap where I'll sample cheese made from camel's milk and learn how lye can be used to preserve whitefish for years without refrigeration.
And I'll do it with a good heart . . . and a belly full of beer . . .
Happy wife, happy life.
