1200 miles and a deep breath later . . . we have the dirt of 4 states to wash off our rigs. Scott will head back Monday morning to get the last trailer-load. This load got some odd stares with the 3 four-wheelers standing on end. One man went around the block and came to take a picture of Scott's creative hauling technique.
When we reached our driveway, we let Danner out of the car and wondered if he would remember where "home" was. He immediately raced ahead of us and headed up the hill just like he used to. He found the kid's pool and got a quick sip and then rolled and ran and frollicked. I think I could almost hear him laughing.
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hey...glad you are home! It sounds like it was a memorable trip in more ways than one. Food poisoning? You poor dear. Glad you got to meet August before you left..I was wondering if he had been born yet! Love the picture you sent to our email! I can picture Danner (and the kids too, when they get there!) running around and laughing.
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