Getting The Hell Out Of Dodge
Life lessons learned on the lake
Few exhilarating sensations are comparable to the rush you feel when you can “get the hell out of Dodge.”
You know the feeling when you pack all the things in anticipation and create multiple checklists. On the night before the trip, you could burst at the seams with optimism, anxiety, and enthusiasm at any moment.
The day has to come to get the hell out of Dodge, and you’re rarin’ to go.
Every summer, I pack my small and mighty Scion xB to the rooftop with camping gear, and the kids and I take off into the sunset to our overpriced yet serene campsite. We intended to start this camping tradition in 2020, but the bump in the road that year begins with a “C” and ends with an “ovid.”
We all know by now that only some things go as planned.
Nevertheless, four years later, here we were, loading up Ol’ Faithful (my Scion xB) and getting the hell out of Dodge. This particular trip was more of an impromptu getaway after my ex asked me to watch the kids on his days again. I wanted to surprise my babes with an outdoor adventure, spend our days in the invigorating lake, and spend our nights around the roaring campfire under the glorious full moon, indulging in sweet, gooey…
