Saturday morning we rejoiced (again, as we have every year since college or so) in the fact that we no longer have to get up at the crack of dawn with my parents to drive back to St Louis. We did set our alarm to get up, but we packed up our things, had a leisurely breakfast, said goodbye to everyone, and only dashed into the car to take off when the downpour didn't want to hold off any longer.
It rained pretty much the whole way back to St Louis.
In between rainshowers, I got a few from-the-car pictures of what the French would call "deep America." (Which loosely translates to "provincial," with the same possible but not necessarily obligatory negative connotations.)
We drove over Lake Texoma.
I meant to print some of these off and show them to Benjamin's class.
But, jet lag. I think that shall be my new excuse for everything.
I could always print them next year, and pretend they were from next year's trip.
One of these days, we will have to stop and check out one of the myriad flea markets.
We wanted to buy this truck and bring it back, but it would have put us over our luggage allowance.