As we were already on Highway 52 approaching I-15 yesterday afternoon, Skylar, while talking on the mobile phone, informed her mother that she had become bored, "but only since we started seeing lots of cars and houses." That means that she made it all the way from Tucson to El Cajon without feeling the journey to be a chore. But you know what? She didn't watch a single DVD. She didn't even listen to her iPod. For part of the trip, I listened to my iPod Shuffle on headphones while she played with her Groovy Girls. As we were beginning the drive up into the mountains west of El Centro, I plugged it into the car stereo, so that she could listen to the Tartit album with me, because I figured she'd like it. She did. Then we listened to the new Trans Am, which she also seemed to enjoy. Other than that, though, the remaining 2/3 of the trip was whiled away in conversation on all manner of topics. We had a long discussion of the controversies surrounding same-sex unions. We spent an hour on volcanos as we drove through the region on I-8 that is littered with rock shot out by prehistoric eruptions. We practiced division, at her request. And we covered a variety of other topics in between. At dinner last night -- at the Chevy's in Solana Beach -- I was trying to get her to eat something other than salmon. "I wish you'd be more open-minded about food," I finally blurted out in exasperation. "I may not be open-minded about food, dad," she replied, "but I'm open-minded about lots of other things, like what we were discussing earlier. I'm open-minded about gay marriage." Needless to say, that was the last time I attempted to feed her orange rice, sweet corn tamales, or soft pintos.