Ernest's new school is way out in the boonies. (I can SAY that, I LIVE here.)
It's so far away that it takes a whole 12 minutes to get there if you don't get stuck behind the horse carriage, the tourists, or the high school traffic. Then it might take 15-20 minutes.
Oh, it's a dirty job. We drive past desperate housewives. And when I wait in the parking lot, I stare at dark shadows.
I hope you can tell I am joking here.
That shadowy little school house? That's the band room. How many times have I waited for my sons outside the band room? That's the story of my life, "Mom, pick me up outside the band room."
Seriously, I say a large thank you every morning that I am able to have such a beautiful drive. I vary my route home, taking different roads just for fun.
Which one is the road less traveled? I'm still finding out.
Over the next few weeks, I hope to share some of the beautiful places I pass by on our daily drive.