We're back from Dan's first vacation. It was about 1200 miles roundtrip to Daytona Beach. When we were two hours from home, the we-could-have-flown conversation began. (The verdict: next year we will. Really.) Honestly, it happens every year, not just this year because we traveled with Screamy Screamerson. A trip that we normally could have taken without a night's layover off the Interstate became a two-day, ten hour race against Dan's internal scream clock.
Right now, I'm taking inventory of e-mail, cupboards, freezers and snail mail and planning a trip to the grocery store. So here are a few photos from our little trip. I will post more later.
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