On the road with my little footballer

A punishing six hour drive. Eastward, cutting through a landscape of gold. All for a footie tournament. Beautiful October. But hard. Hence the cooler. A few pilsners thrown in at the last minute. And the only wine I had left at home - Franciscan Chardonnay. California. Here at a suburban Hilton in Quebec. The landscape is drink. The road travelled is drink. A good hotel room is drink. A faithful red cooler is drink. Drink is drink. Life is drink.