Daddy’s Log: Day 10, Sioux Falls, S.D.
Miles:
1,896, Engine hours: 33.2. Clear, 93 degrees (that’s more like it)
How we
managed to see all the different relatives and friends, fit in some golf and a
cookout in five days is still a blur, but it was time to turn back. Parts of
the boy’s first teeth had finally pushed through, the grandparents, aunts and
various cousins had essentially absconded with our tour’s rock star for the length of
the stay, and it was wonderful.
Though
my wife and I were both tired, we were both also finally healthy except for
some minor congestion.
Having
been through the nightmare heading northwest, and knowing we were going to stop
to visit a friend in Columbia for a couple of hours, we hoped to leave again
around 11 a.m.
So, of
course, it was high noon by the time we returned to the life of long-haul dog
and baby trucking, only this time in a scorching, extremely humid day -- a bit
jarring after five or six days of weather more like early fall in the Upper
Midwest.
