As a last hurrah before returning to work, we took a road trip to Bishop for some climbing and sightseeing. We headed out Monday morning after a rocky start of desperate packing/repacking of the adventure Subi. As always, we learned a few important lessons, namely 1) packing tape does not stick to the crash pad and is thus insufficient to make the various straps adhere to the each other and prevent flopping 2) packing tape sticks very well to the roof of the adventure Subi and can be difficult to remove 3) manual shaking of the same toy in Zoe's face for 8 hours will amuse her 4) manual shaking of the same toy in Zoe's face for 8 hours will cause carpal tunnel syndrome and an irrational hatred of yellow bird on the part of the shaker (me). Max was great and did all the driving, only letting his impatience get the best of him towards the last leg before Bishop. The constant stream of slow SUV's had taken their toll and so he decided to flash his brights at an SUV sitting in the passing lane, pass "agressively" on the right hand side, and then move "agressively" into the left hand lane in front of the offending SUV. As it was dark, he didn't bother to do his usual hand gestures, and as it was cold he did not roll down the window to offer any pithy words to the SUV driver. After speeding away Max noticed flashing lights in the rear view. Yes, the offending SUV was an unmarked police car. Very bad for us, so I knew that the big guns were necessary (that being figurative as a gun battle and ensuing blood bath would have ruined our trip). I casually pulled the bonnet of Zoe's car seat back to reveal the little imp and started shaking yellow bird to keep Zozo happy and extra cute. The police officer was surprisingly nice, only cautioning Max. (Max is still flabbergasted that the police officer didn't give us a ticket, but I know it's the Power of Zoe and her cheeks of Irresistible Cuteness.)
After the run in with the police Max strictly adhered to the speed limit the rest of the way, all the while glancing suspiciously at all American SUV's as potential unmarked police cars. We finally arrived in Bishop and after checking into the Vagabond Motel, went to dinner at Las Palmas, a Mexican restaurant in town. Zoe became "La Preciosa" to our waitress and reveled in the attention of staff and customers. While she may be very difficult about taking her own bottle, she was mesmerized by my Corona.
Zoe, covetously eying my beer.
No beer for babies, what do you think this is, France?
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