It's 5:24 am on a Saturday. Monkey and I are en route to Denver International Airport. This is to be our second foray to the deep south, flying to Orlando and driving back to Denver with a truck full of Monkey's wife's mom's stuff. She moved out here not too long ago, and Monkey, being the great son-in-law he is, has volunteered to pick up and move her stuff out here. We did this trip once before; I want to say it was November. This time, we'll have a shorter truck and no dog coming with us.
The "Knob & Noster" comes from the town Knob Noster, Kansas, which we drove by on our last trip. Monkey dubbed the two of us Knob & Noster, our aliases of adventure.
I love the first day of any vacation where you have to get up early and go. One of my favorite things when I was a kid was when my dad would wake us all up at 3:30 or 4 to load us in the van bound for Phoenix. Those were always great trips. I miss those days, when the family seemed closer than it is. Sometimes it really sucks being an adult. But then, you meet great friends, and the adventures continue.
More coherent blogs later, when it's not an hour before sunrise.