Well, maybe not the Eagle, but when Grannie found out when we left - and when we got home, she said she thought maybe I had a rocket stuck up my butt. We made it from Branson to Plainfield, over 500 miles, in 8.5 hours. And we stopped for gas, to eat, and one potty stop.
But we are home safe and today, Sunday, we are going to go about getting ready to resume our 'normal existence'.
I have so much to catch up on.
Over the next week or so, I will bore you to tears with vacation pictures.
Like I said, back to normal.