Travelling of any sort is always a crap shoot for me. Aside from the logistics of 4 kidlets, (although, with everyone out of “babyhood”, I have finally become adept enough at packing that I can leave behind the kitchen sink!), the Griswold moniker is well earned…I seem to encounter “adventures” that fall outside of the typical. Moreover, MY typical usually falls within the realm of the bizarre, unexpected, & expensive…& plain, old fashioned bad luck. I’m often accused of over packing, over planning, over preparing, but experience has taught me it is better to be prepared for something that never happens than to be unprepared for something that does. For example, despite all of my meticulous & careful packing, planning, & preparing, a 3 week trip to Disney saw NUMEROUS breakdowns, which finally led to us ditching our trailer full of camp gear & belongings at the side of the highway in Daytona, thus spending our first night in Disney sleeping in the car, then it was a concussion & ambulance call for my oldest kid, a trip to the emergency room for my wee 4 year old who suddenly fell very ill , & constant pouring rain with below freezing temperatures for the entire trip, all while sleeping in a tent with 4 children ranging from a one year old to a nine year old. And those are just the highlights! So as I set off for cottage country last week, the Expedition packed to the rafters with rug rats, yard apes, & everything but the kitchen sink, I had little doubt it would be an interesting trip. It always is.