Our road twists and bends, but it never ends
The whole New England trip seems a dream as I slide behind the wheel of Lex to head back to the office. Wonder what the kids will remember of our 11 days and thousand miles together.
Okay, no turning back now. With a turn of this key, I reawaken all that’s lay dormant the past two weeks—including me. What a fun trip. More blessings than can be counted. Glad I went. Glad to be back. Time to plan the next big trip; the one I take down the aisle in October. But, first, I will return a few emails:
The only one happier to be home tonight than the monkey troop is Asta. Zuzu had the great idea to welcome him home with his favorite treat: a McDonald’s cheeseburger. Just the sound of the wrapping being opened had him up on his hind legs dancing like a member of Riverdance. His return means we’re all home and glad to be back in Texas. Of course, the kids will be even happier tomorrow when I bring home their laptops from the office where we left them for safe keeping.
Eleven days, four states, and exactly 1,000 driving miles later, our trip is part of our family history. See the whole trip in reverse order. In many cases, each story has more pictures than you’ll see from the summary pages. Click the headlines to open the stories. We enjoyed it. Hope you do too. –DaddyMom
This working clock, by the way, was painted onto the wall of the girls’ room during our stay at Whitefield’s Barron Brook Inn. It seems a prescient statement about all that would unfold for us along the days and miles of our trip and those still to come.
Everyone made it through security without any problem. Except Kate. She kept setting off the sensors. What could it be? TSA was ready to give her a pat down right there in line, but mama grizzly Sandie intervened and had her taken to a private room where it was determined an article of her girl’s undergarments was the culprit.
