Finally a vacation. I haven’t taking any real time off from work in a while; about a year in fact. So much so that my rollover vacation days stopped accruing; that’s when you know you’ve got issues. So when my friend Dan told me it was high time I got my Oregon on, I blew the dust off my snowboard and got the hell out of Southern California.
By the way, it never seems to be the right time to go on vacation. The week before, my job laid off about 15 of my friends. Then the night before I was supposed to fly out, I sprained my ankle at SkateLab. Not the best of omens, but you do what you gotta do, and I had to hit the Oregon Trail.