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| Driving the final leg of the trip on the Maine Turnpike - Coco the dog resting in Stuey's lap |
For Thanksgiving Nora, Stuey and I flew to Maine to stay at Granny Coco's house. The kids call my mother 'Granny Coco' because her dog's name is 'Coco'.
It was a long trip. Plane rides from Kodiak to Anchorage, Anchorage to Seattle, Seattle to Boston, and then my mom picked us up at 5 AM at Logan airport and drove us the final 4 hours of the trip to Maine. WOW! From door to door the total trip ended up at nearly 22 hours long. At the start Stuey was so bad in the Anchorage airport that I considered sending him back to Kodiak. But once we got on the planes and the kids got into their digi players and ultra packaged kids meals all went well.
On the drive to Maine we listened to books on tape, gruesome fairy tales by Roald Dahl, and stopped for breakfast at the Kennebunkport rest area. We got Maine so early in the morning and yet so tired that it was a little weird. In Maine people were still just waking up!
The kids took a hike around the point with Grandma and I took a quick nap that turned into one of those 'wake up and where am I' kind of naps. By dinner time both Nora and Stuey had fallen asleep in their chairs reading books and Granny Coco and I had to herd them sleep walking to an early bedtime. Patrick
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| Granny Coco's House! |
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| Dominoes - new game of the trip |
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| Reading in the living room - an evening ritual |
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| Granny Coco's kitchen |
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| Coco the 'rat dog' - Coco is MUCH smaller than Tank, Sheba and Brewster |
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| Saying goodbye at the end of the trip at the Logan Hilton |
That is one long, long trip. And we think we live atthe end of the world.
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I remember playing whiffleball on that lawn in Maine, with you and Doozer!
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