Did I drive 6,000 miles to see the high plateau desert of Eastern Oregon?
To play on the beaches of the Pacific Ocean with my dog?
To ohh and ahhh over the rocky Oregon coast?
Or the California coast?
Or maybe take photos out of the truck window of red stripped cliffs in New Mexico?
While we had an excellent time at all these places the real reason we drove 6,000 miles was to watch our youngest child launch into his future.
And to celebrate that future with our family.
PS: Aren't these two the cutest thing?