Avery

"Let's take a ride today," Mom said when she woke us up this morning. We ended up at a place called TFP's Restaurant in a little town called Avery. It took about two hours to get there, and I was so bored by the end! It's only about 20 miles from our house, but you have to drive way out of the way to get there. Or you can go down a dirt road through a mountain pass. Mom was willing to drive down the pass, but Dad kind of noped out, so we ended up taking the long way around. The drive time would have been the same either way, I guess. But my dad hates heights. He always tells me about the time he drove up Mount Washington in New Hampshire, on a dirt road with no guard rails, when the car started to fishtail and he thought he was going to fall off the edge and die. He's so dramatic like that.

Anyway, Dad got chicken, and Mom and I had pizza and cheese sticks. I guess it was worth the drive.