The first day - after I taught cycling and we did our last-minute (last-hour-or-two) packing - we made it through an enormous thunderstorm and major detour to arrive in Omaha at 1:00 a.m. Since the motel we wound up at didn't exactly entice us to linger, we headed right back out the next morning and made it to Denver by dinnertime. The third and final day started out great, with a picnic lunch at a fabulous park in Vail, CO. But by late afternoon we were tired of the car, tired of our snacks, tired of fast food, and maybe a just a teeny bit tired of all that family togetherness. We finally - finally! - rolled into grandma and grandpa's driveway after dark and knew instantly it was worth the drive.
The cousins got to eat outside, which they thought was pretty cool.
The misters that Grandpa made kept them even more cool.
The misters that Grandpa made kept them even more cool.