Another Relaxing Vacation

"Vacations can't be too good or you won't want to go home."
Me, Terina, I said that first.

In keeping with the aforementioned vacation truth, this one was again, a meandering trip to perdition. We enjoyed:

The two-hour drive to OKC (which once flew out of Tulsa) to board a

Six hour flight to Utah (which once was two hours) ...

That laid over in Denver (which used to be a direct flight)

So we could spend the rest of the vacation

Cleaning and winterizing the accommodations (which used to be somebody else's job).

The next part of our vacation was driving five hours to St. George (still the same, long, five hours).

Where we would wake the next morning at 6 a.m. (to a light drizzle),

To walk and watch the Mayor's Walk at 7 a.m., (a dampening drizzle)

To stand six hours in the down pour (15 previous years of sunshine, what?)

To watch Dave run in at 4:09 (the highlight of the trip)

Battling nasty spectators who felt that marathons should be mimed events (Idiot)!

After allowing Dave a slight breath of recovery, and accepting the well-deserved apology from the guilt-ridden Marseau admirer, we dashed off to lunch where we encountered some strange strain of food bug that left three of us fighting waves of nausea (and waves of vomit)

for the next two days as we jaunted backward on the five hour drive back to Salt Lake.

Where we dropped off Dia at the caring cousins to recuperate and boarded the plane which hovered tremulously over lightning-striking Denver until all of the panic-stricken connecting flights had fled the airport.

We then were given a hospitality pack (which once was a hotel and food coupon)

and told to find our way back to the airport,

not for the next morning's flight,

not the next afternoons flight,

but for certain on the next evenings flight to OKC.

Where we could again sweat over whether our baggage would join us

As we again embarked on our two hour long drive to Tulsa.

Happiness is vacations.

When they end.