Nieman Summer Road Trip

Well, we did a thing. We put 4500+ miles on the new F-250/ camper rig. (Seth was a champion and did all the driving.) We saw huge swaths of our country that lots of people reduce to "flyover" status. We swam in every single body of water, clean or not, between here and Manitoba. We caught up with family and friends, and made friends with strangers. We explored roadside America. We ate weird things, and happened upon some truly great BBQ. We got bitten by thousands of mosquitoes. We drank beer and drove boats. (Not in that order.) We gained a new appreciation for each other. We listened to "old Town Road" approximately 85,000 times.

It was a summer vacation for the record books, and it is best described- apologies to those who have already seen this series on social media- like this.

We got home just in time to hit the pool on our last night. And then got up and went to work the next day. It was a brutal first week home, at least for those of us insistent on eking out every last second of vacation at the expense of sanity and laundry. These two did just fine, and even scored themselves a Chuck E. Cheese run

and a (terrifying) hibachi birthday dinner with their besties.

Followed by a weekend at the pool,

running errands with Dad (who inexplicably managed to find cocktail mixers at a furniture store)

and Mom (who was less than thrilled about the Wal Mart paper towel "fort"),

living up the last of the summer birthday parties,

plus getting back to their roots terrorizing new neighborhoods with the Ryans. Because thankfully, some things never change.

And just now, finally, we are caught up on laundry, possessed of a clean house and clean-ish camper, ridding ourselves of the expectation of daily cocktails and french fries, and working on regaining a semi-normal sleep pattern. Much to our dismay on all counts.

There is no way I could pick a favorite from the last few weeks, but this one- in my opinion- says "great vacay, good to be home." Courtesy of F+F.