Mission Control, here.
It’s been an exciting few days, with the setback in Seattle and the push for Oakland, but Base is ready to sleep in his own bed. Chasing teams is tough work, and with road conditions, construction, and the dangerously unpredictable weather this season, Base has decided to make his way home. He’s not rushing but will conquer a few hundred miles at a time. He’s literally on the other side of the country, and there’s a lot to see.
He wants you to know he’s had fun when he wasn’t stuck in traffic or dealing with the incredibly rude staff at Safeco Field (we see you Seattle and we aren’t impressed) because his passion is driving and baseball and games and meeting new people. I wanted him to push on, at least to next Friday when he was due in the Great Lakes anyway, but you know what – this isn’t my adventure. I’m not the one behind the wheel for 12-hours at a time, driving unfamiliar roads and dealing with uncooperative apps (we see you too, WAZE).
Andy Rooney Dog is riding shotgun and they’re ready for one more adventure.
As Dr. Suess said, “don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” I’ll do both, thank you very much.
I’m still Misson Control until he pulls in the driveway, and there may yet be a few more stories and pictures left on this trip, so don’t go far.
