It starts today.
We have left already.
We are aiming for Wagga - about 11 hours driving.
Across the Mallee & the Hay Plains.
We're lucky - the kids know the score. They slot into the road trip vibe as quickly as we do.
I am looking forward to the radio, and watching from my window.
And peaceful chatting.
We converse a lot whilst driving, the lovely husband and I.
Long car journeys with dozing children afford us the intimacy of conversation without the purpose of face to face exhanges. We take the opportunity to plan, to drop in ideas, to ramble. To wonder.
But other times we just sit and drive. And the greatest communications are the sideways glance slow smiles. Or the leg pat. Or the passing of a crunchy apple.