Visiting Ohio is fun. Always. Even the car trips are fun. Normally.
For the last five years, we've made the car trip once or twice a year, generally with a plane-ride visit tacked on for good measure.
Not this year. This past weekend marked the third car trip in 2013 alone.
That's partly due to family obligations. But no matter the reason, that's a lot of time in the car. What was once special has become monotonous.
Let me be clear: The visits to Ohio are not monotonous. The car trips are. It's not all bad, of course. Nothing like 8+ hours in a car to force you into some good conversations. But there are only so many pretty bridges, rivers and tunnels to look at. Interstates, let alone turnpikes, aren't exactly known for their spectacular scenery.
I've called past trips whirlwinds, but this really was so. We left Brooklyn after Paul got off work Wednesday and drove back to New York on Sunday. We were busy; I'm grateful for the time we had to spend with family, but it would have been nice to see friends, too.
One of these trips we'll bite the bullet. Isn't it time for baby's first plane ride?