The Way Home

Home again home again... jiggity jig.

This is the gang walking in front of me through Dulles Airport in DC on our way to the B Gates.

We again had 2 four-hour flights, one to Salt Lake City and the next home to Anchorage. The first flight was considerably rougher than the second. Lots of turbulence and plane bobbing... hard on the tummy. So much so, that about 3 minutes before we touched down, Alicia May decided she'd had enough. Or at least the contents of her stomach did. We landed absolutely covered with vomit. So much for those cute little puke bags....

We swabbed her down as best as we could and tossed her clothing in a plastic Delta sack to be rinsed out in the airport bathroom. Naturally, we had no "spare clothing". So she made the remainder of her journey wearing her pink zip up jacket and Tess's string-tie basketball shorts cinched around her waist. She sort of looked like a funky Amish girl.

We had a 2.5 hour layover in SLC, so we grabbed a tentative bite to eat at Dick Clark's American Bandstand Restaurant, wondering how much of this meal we'd see again during the coming flight.

Thankfully, the second flight was pretty smooth and late enough at night that Alicia May slept the entire time.

We followed the dusk from Salt Lake City to Anchorage. It was still twilight when we were driving home from the airport at midnight.

We're spending today resting from the journey. We'll go back to work and daycare tomorrow.