Oh, and eating out.  We ate ate Desi's, a taco-lounge hidden in the middle of nowhere.  A half-hour drive through misty, pine-covered hills.  Desi's used to be a rough place with a communal towel-roll and pee-trough.  Now its a tourist trap with a communal towel-roll machine and pee-trough.  Over the restrooms are the apellations "Inboards" and "Outboards".  Luckily, I knew which bathroom was mine from prior experience. 

The walls are covered in signs, license plates from all states, and various knick knacks.  A wood burning stove roars in the corner, an overweight blonde woman tends a bar no one sits at.  The tacos and mexican food is good.  The beef is not greasy like other places, the cheese on the chips and cheese is melted and does not coagulate.

The meal of the day is the big trip.  Yesterday it was to the greasy spoon on the lake.  Today, I don't know where we will go.  There is a school of thought that says to rush around and see all one can on vacation.  And another that endorses inaction, sitting quietly by the fire, watching the snow fall over the frozen lake.  I am of the second school of thought this week.

Today, the sun has come out.  I should do something, but I didn't get up until 2:00 pm.

Fuck it, its vacation.