The whole point of this "13-Day Adventure to Nowhere" was to desperately try to change the depressed emotional tailspin that occurs between Thanksgiving and December 4th. It's Hell Week in every sense of the word. Thanksgiving 2006 was Jena's last holiday with us, the next day her lungs …
Personal Journey
Adventure Day 11
Today was haul ass day. We were still in Florida and had 1,200 miles ahead of us. We loaded up with coffee and gas, and The Starship Escaladewas back in flight. On the road again... Marc cranked up his Willie Nelson and I booted up my iPad; what a perfect couple we make. This is Day …
Adventure Day 10
Time to chart the course back home...oh the heavy sigh... I know, you really feel for me, right? The Adventure has been wonderful and the weather has been picture perfect. We sadly left Key West and headed north on US-1. Marc still feeling a little 'Pirate' thought we should make a stop …
Adventure Day 9
Hyatt Resort & Spa...in Key West...is home for now. Marc was on a work conference call for an hour or so this morning while I enjoyed room service looking at this view: A little after 9am, his call was over. He grabbed his coffee, leaned over the balcony, and took in the scenery. A few …
Adventure Day 8
Co-Captain's log...Stardate 11.30 Hello, Key West! Sunset & Margaritas …
Adventure Day 7
SoBe is SoMe! After an exhausting day lounging in the Miami sun...we hit the night life that is SoBe. Here, all the women look like models and the men are flat out GORGEOUS! I was perfectly comfortable to see all stares be directed at Marc, though I am not sure he would agree with the same …
Adventure Day 6
South Beach, FL I'm writing this, sitting on my balcony, enjoying the night breeze and a glass of Cabernet. We haven't quite made it to the Keys...Do you have anyidea how FAR Key West is from NY? Though our minds were set on Key West, our eyes spotted the white sandy beach of Miami, so we …
Adventure Day 5
Savannah, GA "Mommy, the Titanic!" The first time I visited Savannah, GA was in 1998 on a family trip. Jena was about 6 years old. One morning she had gotten up early and stood on our balcony and watched this huge merchant ship floating down the Savannah River. She yelled, "Mommy, the …
