Last Minute Things

I'm sitting up here tonight REALLY late, just taking care of a few things before we leave tomorrow. What things, I'm not exactly sure. I'm basically packed. Amy and Mike will be over in the morning, Mom and Dad are downstairs asleep. It's funny, with Dad's breathing machine, it's Mom's snoring that fills the room.

Thinking back, we didn't take too many "family vacations" growing up. We mostly went to visit grandparents. We took a trip to Washington, DC for one of my birthdays. We took a long weekend to the beach for the Fourth of July. On that trip we rented a convertible for fun and returned to find that our car had been stolen from the lot, driven to Daytona Beach, and then set on fire. Nice homecoming.

Growing up my dad's family took all their vacations by car--long trips, with the three kids in the backseat, all the way out to Montana and back. For some reason I envision Wal-Mart when my dad talks about his childhood trips. Both my parents and maybe most families from Savannah spent time each summer at the lake, camping at Clark Hill. Clark's Hill? I'm not sure which one. We continued that tradition for the first time last summer, and are scheduled to go again this year.

Our last big trip was to Hawaii. This was huge for us, because it was one of the first trips we took that required a lot of advance planning. We've always hit cruise liners before because you basically just sign up. The Hawaii trip was the first huge trip where it really paid to date a Taylor girl. This year Dad asked me, "So do you think you're going to have anyone on the trip with you?" Very polite. Anyway, here are a few pictures to get us all ready to go: memories of the last go round.

Eastbound and down.