Easy, Breezy, Beautiful

What does pretty much everyone in Phoenix do this time of year, when it starts to rain mud, when the monsoons drop the temperature from a scorching 110 to a sweltering, steamy, oppressive 104? We get out of dodge, that's what. We head west, to the promise of the ocean and good wine and maybe even the need for a sweatshirt at night.

Quinn and I are no different. We're off to California to visit Grandma for a couple of days before I join Team Booby and the Beast for our 2-day, 39.3-mile walk through San Francisco and Marin County. I'll be posting about how the walk went, and reflecting again on why I walk (for Colleen and Brigid and Renee and Jennie and Lisa and Sarah and Cristin and Andrea and Rachel and Courtney and myself and so many more), next week. If you'd still like to support our team, you can donate before the weekend by clicking here. Thank you to all of you who've helped us raise more than $14,000 already.

Quinn and I will both be in for a treat when it is 30-40 degrees cooler when we land this afternoon:

It feels like I spent 90% of my day yelling. I think my patience for 3yo whining is inversely proportionate to the temperature outside (108)
— Jennifer Campisano (@JCampisano) July 9, 2014