Hello Folks, it’s me, Robbi, and I’m back. Whew.
It was a long, harrowing return journey of which I have zero pictures because I was too busy chasing children around airports or carrying various kid-related sundries to have the chance to take out a camera. Which is too bad, because the photos of the twelve hours we spent overnight in the Seattle airport baggage claim tending to Iggy probably would have been awesome. Picture this: Iggy in crate, sometimes out of crate. Alden and Kato running furiously around baggage carousels. Travel tent erected next to Iggy’s crate in the vain hopes that the running might stop sometime and the tent might accommodate sleeping children (only successful for 2 of the 12 hours). And I, bleary-eyed, hoping children don’t get scooped up by strangers or run out the tempting automatic sliding doors or go up the tempting escalators. Or, sometimes, hoping just the opposite.
I am thankful that time passes only so that I may never be stuck in this exact situation again. Of course, next time there might be three kids. Oy!
So, Matthew has already shared that the fishing was abysmal this year. This is partly too bad because I rely on the intensive manual labor of one month out of the year to keep me relatively fit for the rest of the year. Little did I realize just how much this yearly workout means to my metabolism. I mean, look at me now:
I’m not sure how I’m going to work it off, but I can say right now I am not giving up my ice cream.
Wow Robbi! Is that for real??? Congrats! It all makes sense to me now. The remaining .5 of the idyllic 2.5, eh?
p.s. Fire your travel agent.
Brad – yes, it’s amazing what all those layers of raingear can cover up, eh? Though if it had been a month later, I would have never fit into my waders. :)
Oh, and my travel agent is me, dammit! In order to use the Alaska Airlines companion fare, I have to fly up entirely on Alaska (no partner airlines). Get this: DC > LA (!!) > Portland (8 hour layover) > Anchorage (10 hour layover) > King Salmon > Coffee Point. For the return, Coffee Point (Scovi had us be ready to leave 5 hours before our flight out of King Salmon) > King Salmon (which included an evacuation of the airport for an hour because some nimrod set off a canister of bear repellant and we all nearly died of chemical inhalation) > Anchorage > Seattle (12 hour layover) > LA (4 hour layover) > DC. And we still got home an hour earlier than Dad, who left on the same King Salmon flight, but didn’t go through LA. ?!?!?!?!
Smiling here…you look so beautiful. Very excited for you all…including the future (lucky) little Idiot.
aw, you look beautiful