So Mr. Slowpoke and I have decided to head out West for a while, much like the Okies during the Great Depression. Except we're going to Seattle, not California. And we're not seeking migrant work, though it may come to that. We're going to visit family and do some traveling, and see what's what. I'll still be drawing plenty, in between hikes among the giant banana slugs (as a lifelong East Coaster used to small gray slugs, I find those big yellow ones startling). We may eventually wind up back in Virginia, I don't know. Normally I'm not this much of a free spirit, but I'm ready for a change of pace. And isn't this year all about Change?

Conveniently, the Association of American Editorial Cartoonists convention is being held in Seattle, and we're driving the whole way -- yes, all 2,895 miles and then some, if we can make it up to Glacier National Park. And I never thought I'd say this in a million years, but I'm going to try to tweet my journey from my cellphone. So you can come along with me! Except not really.