Hey Team,

In light of 1) the fancy pants new website you’re looking at right now and 2) the not so much fancy pants, as dirty pants, road trip I’m smack dab in the middle of right now, I’m trying to get back in the groove of writing everyday…or at least most days. So…

Yesterday was leg one of our fast-paced, multi-day road trip through the Pacific Northwest. It started out as a non-stop drive through Northern California straight to the rocky coastline of Oregon…but eventually Katy got tired and let me drive for awhile. Apparently, unbeknownst to her, my predilections towards being distracted by shiny objects directly translates to several small, unplanned pit stops.

While driving through the mountains north of Redding, CA a sign caught my eye.

“Winery 1¼ miles Next Right”

Unfortunately, the next right was only 50 feet from the sign so it woke Katy up when I slammed on the brakes and swerved to see what a mountain top winery looks like. Do the grapes grow right up the side of pine trees? What role do the pinecones play? Do they hire yetis for the annual grape crushing? These are the questions we would never know the answers to if we didn’t stop!

“What are you doing?!”

“I’ve never seen a winery in the mountains.”

She seemed to leave it at that but she was clearly trying to decide if letting me drive was the right move, tired or not. It didn’t help my cause that, despite the beautiful surroundings, when we pulled up to the One Maple Winery we were met by a fairly cold reception from the owner, Ernie. However, by the time we had gotten to the question about the grape crushing he had warmed up quite a bit. After twenty minutes of friendly banter from Ernie (and a purchased bottle of Chardonnay later) Katy was willing to cede that it was worth stopping for after all.

Back on the road it was AT LEAST half an hour before we passed Bigfoot Burger and I murmured, “Shoot! I wish I had’ve gotten a picture of that.” It was a couple more seconds of careful consideration that I hit the brakes again and pulled off to the side of the road.

“What are you doing?!”

“How many times do you get to stop at a place called ‘Bigfoot Burger’ in ‘Bigfoot Country?'”

“You just want a milkshake don’t you?”

“Oh, do they have milkshakes? Hmm…that’s a bonus!”

One vanilla milkshake and another 20 miles down the road and what do my sparkling eyes perceive? THE BIGFOOT MUSEUM! I only had time for a sharp intake of breath before Katy caught sight of it too and figured out what was going on…

“NO! We’re NEVER going to get to Seattle!”

“But…the Bigfoot MUSEUM! What do you think is in there?!”

We did end up stopping.

So Katy could drive.

At least for the time being I seem to have lost my privileges. I was scared it meant no more weird things, so I just took a nap…but then I woke up to THIS.

Katy’s a good road trip partner.

I’m done.

Brett.