Headed East, AGAIN, this weekend for volleyball. Long, straight-as-an-arrow drive from Wenatchee to Spokane. I always seem to hit it in the couple hours before sunset when God's(?) hand lays a golden wash and intensity across the land that whispers a little "not as boring as you thought, eh?" Not sure how I feel about this particular tourney, if I'm being HONEST. If they win, there will be more $$travel$$ at a time when I am $$traveled$$ out. I think I'm ready for the season to wrap-up, but when I'm there, and they're playing and pulling together and never giving up, you can't help but cheer them on. Wish us luck, in whatever form that may be.