We made it.

It's taken a few days to recover.

Utah was a lovely end to an otherwise quiet summer. We ended up driving through the night both ways (not my original plan, but flexibility is a good quality to hone, yes?) And I've been reporting here and there that the kids did better with this than we did. Praise be for the blessing of sunflower seeds. The 15 1/2 hours on the road did much to remind me that 27 years is not the same as 18 years.

We sufficiently disrupted my father's life, enjoyed nearly every meal with a different beloved friend, admired some rocking dinosaur tracks, and swam in the mountain cold spring fed pool of my childhood. Nathan even squeezed in 27 holes.

Upon our return, I have panicked to realize that real life restarts. Like. Now.

Next stop: Thanksgiving in St. Charles?