I'm in the wrong place

Or it's the right place at the wrong time. Or something.

Perfect weather is high on my list of priorities. Sometimes it's the only thing on my list. Because when the weather is perfect, everything else sort of falls into place.

I've lucked out the past several months. But right now, anyplace within a day's drive offers the Goldilocks problem: too hot or too cold. Sure, low sixties or high eighties are livable, but I would always be grumbling about it.

So I've started looking farther afield. What's happening two day's drive away? Three? Where does the long range forecast look to be worth the schlep? A plan might be developing. Yet another plan. Subject to change, of course. Always.