Love Will Find a Way

If you haven’t figured out by now, I’m a big quote guy. One of my absolute favorites is attributed to Theodore Parker that says, “The arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.” I got the tattoo below of song lyrics in my handwriting a couple years ago that, I think, along with Parker’s century-old words, really…

Final Triplog – Epilogue

After devoting all of Saturday to cover the 826 miles between San Francisco and home, and then losing most of Sunday to regaining my bearings with sleep and unpacking, it is pretty safe to say that, by Monday, the vacation hangover had officially set in. It’s difficult to readjust to daily life after having been on a 15-day roller…

Triplog Day 14 — How Far We’ve Come

Of course the last real day of vacation would save the best experience for last. I got to spend the afternoon in the spinal cord injury rehab gym at Santa Clara Valley Medical Center with Kathy Kobayashi, an Occupational Therapist who helped my good friend Ian Mackay during his inpatient stay there almost 6 years ago. I brought a…

Triplog Day 13 — Hitting 105 on the 101 and Other Fun

It was just before 9 AM when someone began pounding outside our hotel room. Still half asleep, Alicia staggered her way to the door expecting to find an overzealous housekeeper or an incensed neighbor on the rampage for us being a little too loud the night before. She ripped the door open, a warm sliver of light slashing through the room and lo and…

Triplog Day 12 — Nailed It

We already know that bad things happen in threes. So it goes without saying that we’d been waiting since the third day of the trip for that last straw to appear. Well today may have finally delivered. After bidding farewell to the two octogenarian lovebirds, we started our slow trek north towards home. We made a brief pitstop in Ventura for some shakes…

Triplog Day 11 — The Ties That Bind Us

I’m not sure how many people out there would think spending an entire day with a couple of 89-year-olds one of their favorite birthdays ever. Then again, only a handful of us are lucky enough to call these two crazy kids their grandparents. This picture pretty much sums up my 35th birthday. Okay, if you want to get technical, this was…

Triplog Day 10 — Just Keep Rolling

In an effort to get back into the spirit of the road trip, I had to resort to desperate measures; the most hideously touristy palm tree shirt I could find. After pairing it with a trusty (see: cheesy) pair of aviators, I felt ready for a trip out to the Marine base in Twentynine Palms for a visit with my old friend…

Triplog Day 9 — Perspective at Harmony Ridge

The view from our hotel just outside Joshua Tree National Park was breathtaking the morning of our ninth day on the road. Little did I know, my emotions would soon be as tumultuous as the terrain I’d woken up to. I was already in a somewhat sullen mood after the Bobbseys and I dropped Claire off at the Palm Springs airport…

Triplog Day 8 — More Digging in the Desert

Another day in my happy place was the perfect start for our second week on the road. With a working chair, I was able to wheel all over my grandparents place with relative ease, only managing to get myself stuck a handful of times in windswept piles of sand. We spent much of the early afternoon pouring through…

Triplog Day 7 — Full Bellies and Hearts

Finally. A full week into this wild ride we’ve been on and it’s beginning to feel like the vacation I hoped it would be. With no wheelchair to fix and no medical supplies to chase down, the morning began by the pool. Some of us stayed longer than we should have, and others had the dumb…