We pulled into our driveway, we were a motley crew indeed. A tired dad, a coughing mom, an only child, an orange fair bear, an Irish lad, a space bear, and a whalethatmightbeadolphin. All properly belted, of course. It was a long trip, but we were glad to be home. A sleep in a non-hotel bed was just what everyone needed, even the whalethatmightbeadolphin.
Eight days earlier we set out in our borrowed Buick Enclave—top 3 features: remote starter, parking tutor, 80s on 8—with two extra children in tow and three stuffies that we had yet to meet. We had no idea what to expect on our trip through seven states and one nation’s capital—Michigan, Ohio, West Virginia, Virginia, Washington DC, Maryland, Pennsylvania, New York. We were dropping two kids at camp and taking the one child left behind on an adventure that included some time at her Bubbie and Zaydie’s possibly-haunted 1920s home in Lexington, Virgnia, a first blackberry, a thieving camel, and a quest to find the Obamas house.
We were sick. Hoo boy were we sick. We visited every bathroom in the District of Columbia, used every tissue we could find, and even fevered and sneezed up the Washington Nationals game.
I have many stories to tell, many tales to write.
But for now.
8 days, in snapshots.
Where I have been, what I have done.