I know one mom who finds it at Target, when her husband’s at home with the kids. That feeling of freedom that, for parents, is fleeting; when you can ponder subjects other than keeping those little people alive.

I had a weekend. My wife and son were across the country. I was on the road by 5 a.m., at the Yosemite campground before 9. I headed down the trail. I watched birds. I got a little lost. Around a bend, El Capitan appeared, and I stopped and ate my lunch. On the way back, I found a pool of clear, frigid water. I took off my clothes and soaked in it.

Parents, don't squander your opportunities for freedom. They frown on public nudity at Target.

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