Wanderlust

I'd promised Dax that during my time off this week, we were bugging out, escaping, going AWOL, disappearing without a trace...
He's been ready.

He jumps into the ATV basket by himself and waits.

And waits...

And waits.

I haven't told him our camping plans are on hold because of impeding thunderstorms.  I don't want to break his wee little heart.