31 hours to Texas.
26 hours to return. (we didn't go home the way we went.)
Sunday was the worst day of the entire trip.
Don't ask. No, really, you most emphatically do NOT want to know. It was really brutal - and it was the day with the least amount of driving. I cried twice - and I NEVER CRY.
The whole trip was worth it, though, for sights like these:
Diaper babies (shhhh - don't tell the Coast Guard, but if you wear a life jacket on your bum, you will float like you are in a seat. The things your Grandpa teaches you...)
Psst - my SON wishes me to tell you that I did NOT take these pictures. No. I didn't, because I DON'T HAVE A CAMERA ANYMORE. My step mom took the top two and my SON took the rest. Except that *I* took the one of him with my dad - but with HIS camera.