That great philosopher Jeff Foxworthy has a bit where he describes what it was like when he flew his whole family out to Howareya for a vacation. With their decidedly non-citified mannerisms they were pretty much ducks out of water. Loading up my clan and heading to Maine will very likely be much the same. We delight in staying in hotels, because the kids are allowed to jump on the beds, other people wash our towels and bedsheets, and some hotels feed you donuts and pancakes for free! We'll be staying in hotels thirteen nights over the next three weeks, so I'd say the odds of a child returning home with Post-Concussion Syndrome is at least 60-40.
The van is loaded (the cooler and a few dry bags will be on the cargo carrier) and the plan is to leave sometime after midnight. We're driving to Buffalo, NY the first day. There is a waterfall in the area that people are big on. Any opportunity to go through Canadian customs and undergo a strip search seems like a good time! The inimitable Jeff Mengel has been down that path, and he feels like we're safe as long as we're not in a hippie van with wall-to-wall shag carpeting.
The McKays go to Maine...God help us...and them! Grandpa's Cottage will never be the same after seven nights of Braden's thorough search pattern. The Coast Guard should find as much stuff as he does.
Vaya con Dios, muchachos!
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