OK, I'm back into the swing of things. As much as I usually am, anyway. It's always a hoot to come back from a week of vacation to 1200 emails.
I'm caught up on all of the back posts, but there were just too many to multiquote. So...
If you've posted something to be sad about, I'm sad with you.
If you've posted something to be happy about, I'm happy for you.
If you're a new member - welcome!
Our trip was great, as usual. I'll save most of the stories for the Trip Report which I will be starting this week sometime, but I will give an advanced screening of what I have tentatively titled "The Cheeseball Yak Attack"
We were humming along nicely on I-65 South, just north of Indianapolis - in Lebanon. The kids are in the back seat, watching Disney movies and munching on Cheese Balls. All of a sudden, Madison starts starts saying "Evan threw up! Evan threw up!" Luckily, we were right at an exit (#140 - South Street), I yanked the van up the off ramp and right into the McClure Fuel Stop gas station. We spent about 30 minutes getting Evan changed and cleaning up what we could. Bambi ran in and bought a pack of scented baby wipes and a bottle of Fabreeze, so the rest of the trip was bearable. I was mostly contained to his car seat and the area immediately in front of it. I voted the let the dogs lick it up, but was overruled.
As soon as I start the TR, I'll post a link so you can hijack - sorry,
read it.
And then - it's on to planning the December trip!