The hotels charge for internet access on the east coast, or at least the nice hotels we’ve been in do. This is fun and all, but not $10 a night fun, so all the updating may have to wait until I get back. Heartbroken, I know you are, but you’ve had a few days to deal by now. First chance I get, I'll post these up in some sort of order and catch you up. Don't hold your breath too long!
This was our travel day…long, but Sophie was a trooper and endured a bunch of delays in Chicago (surprise!). The second flight she (and Brent) slept the whole way. Bikes made it through
the baggage chain, arrived with us, and even looked like bikes when we got them back. Some others, we would learn later, were not so fortunate. What can brown do for me? Not pretzel my bike, for one…Pictured at left is Sophie's milk sippy cup. It is not, after careful scrutiny by our TSA (as in, they X-Rayed it), a bomb. Rest easy, America, your TSA is on the job-- by ensuring liquids are benign with X-Rays. Plus, Brent and Sonia's future grandchildren will glow in the dark.
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