Hold your breath, you can do it...

i said to myself as i pushed down on on jared's leg to make the car go faster. we were playing the childhood game of holding your breath as you go through a tunnel and we both suceeded... twice. i remember these tunnels from the yearly christmas trips my mom, two sisters and i took to indiana. the mountains are just so beautiful; even with the rain and drizzle and ghostly fog that settles in the valleys. i am jealous of anyone who was able to drive through while the leaves were still on the trees; bright oranges, yellows and reds.

after a few podcasts that didn't hit the mark, a little basketball and some laughs over my anxiety about j racing up the moutain in this poor, suitcase laden kia, we grabbed some coffe and a rentable audio book from craker barrel.

we're almost halfway to indy and about 10€ percent of our trip to portland is complete! blixen is chilling behind me and loving the view of the mountains in her elevated position, atop a suitcase, comforter and doggy bed.

ps- the website doesn't register my blackbery's upper case command... i know, i know, who owns a blackberry now a days anyway? :)