“Where do you think we will go this year for our
get-away?” my friend says out of the blue.
“Well, hello to you too!“ I snap back into the
phone. I had not thought about it, but she is
right. It is almost June and we usually hightail
it out of here, as she always says, “Before the
first Marco-Polo rings out across the pool.”
So we look at destinations. After doing the
“escape from the kids” thing for many years
solely to preserve our sanity, we have it down
to a well-planned plan. Get them into summer
camp, preferably one they didn’t get ejected
from last year-- check. Get the dog and cats a
sitter-- check. Cancel the papers, well okay, our
hubbies are still in our houses, so they can have
a paper. Each stock up the fridge for him-check. Make our air reservations and get outta
here-- check.
“Jackson Hole?” she asks after I tell her what I
have come up with. “What’s in Jackson Hole in
summer?”
I tell her there are lots of things to do,
shopping is exquisite and it is not too crowded.
“Then there are the views to forever,” I say,
hoping that is enough. But I know she is very
discerning, so I wait.
She opens with, “Where will we stay?”
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