This is the first holiday weekend in YEARS where I don't already have travel plans. I really could use a weekend climbing somewhere, but I seem to be sans a partner (kids really take away your weekends). I could toss all the toys in the SUV and scoot to Arizona. I'm sure I can find plenty to entertain me there. Maybe up to Bishop. Maybe out to Utah. Todd has plans to take the boat out for wakeboarding and the mass consumption of alcoholic beverages this weekend but all the people who were planning on driving out to Phoenix with me bailed at the last minute. I'd go it alone, but frankly, I'm a little cheap right now with regard to springing for a last minute plane ticket or dumping $200 in gas. So now I'm thinking get up real, real early, throw a pair of shorts and sandals in a back pack, hop on the VFR and see if I can make Scottsdale in under five hours and hope that the wind is down in the desert. Sure I would be too sore for boarding, but life's an adventure, right? Of course I could always just sit here at home, enjoy the beach and in between untold hours of blog hopping and internet porn (which seem to have the same net effect on my productivity and mental well-being lately) try to figure out just what the hell I want to do next with my life.