Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Never Leave Home Without It...

For the upcoming long weekend (President's Day), Tommie and I have a road trip planned to Big Sur and San Francisco. I have no idea what to pack for mid-February in northern California, but I already reminded Tommie: "Don't forget your bathing suit!"

For as long as I can remember, my family—mainly the women in it—have had an obsession with water and finding some way to swim in it. I don't know if it was their influence, if I was born with this instinct, or if it has anything to do with growing up a few blocks away from the ocean, but I've learned to always be prepared for some kind of encounter with water. Family vacations were spent swimming across lakes; kayaking, canoeing or tubing down rivers; jumping into swimming holes filled with things that looked like leeches; even a small stream wasn't out of the question—if it was deep enough to sit in, we'd be there. And if natural water wasn't an option, there at least had to be a pool. It didn't matter where we were going or what time of year it was...you never forgot to pack your bathing suit.

It's been rainy and pretty cold even for San Diego lately, so I don't imagine it will be better weather up north...but it doesn't matter. At the very least an indoor pool might be in the forecast. I always say if there are two things my family taught me growing up it's: "Always wear your seat belt" and "Always bring your bathing suit."

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