The Boys Are Home (At Last)

They’re not really boys any more, but if you have adult children you know what I mean.  Brian is here attending his 20^th High School class reunion so Jeff came at the same time to help Dean mark off an item on his Bucket List (more of that next week).

Yesterday morning Dean was awakened about 5 AM with a phone call from Jeff. Both boys had missed their flights. I slept through the call so didn’t know that our morning take-off for SLC would not have to be so early. (Dean remembered to tell me just as I headed for the shower.)

Fortunately, the guys were at least able to get flights later in the day—Jeff landed at 4:30 PM—not bad.  But Brian got in at 8:40 PM. Oh, my.

We had a pleasant dinner at Applebees and then went to a certain coffee shop where Jeff and I visited over yummy drinks and Dean took a long nap.  Dean got his coffee and decided he would like to wait closer to the airport.  So we waited in the Park and Wait area until Brian called us for pick-up.

About that that time, I started getting some uncomfortable stomach cramps (from that yummy coffee?). I thought nothing of it at first, but that soon changed! We picked up Brian and started home at about 60 mph as we were pulling a 16-ft trailer behind us. Slow and jerky, oh my poor tummy! I was soon very grateful to have that little trailer—no more need be said.

Just before we got to the Salt Flats there is a rest stop and I thought it might be very expedient for us (me) to stop there. Have you ever gone to the door of a Rest Stop (in great need) only to find it locked? CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE. Words cannot express my emotions!!! (Nor my pain.) Once again, I was sure thankful for that outhouse hitched to the back of the pickup.

No more incidents arose other than Dean crossing the rumble strip several times between midnight and 1 PM. He kept insisting he was not sleepy, the NDOT had just put those strips too close to the middle of the road.

Since I was too busy holding my stomach to take pictures of the gorgeous sunset as we headed home and a mysterious aspect of the Salt Flats , I am including pictures of “the boys” instead