Going home...

Well, the time finally came for the boys and I to return home to Crescent City.  My father had volunteered to make the trip with us which was such an incredibly wonderful gift.  I couldn't imagine making the cross country trip on my own at this stage of the boys lives...  Especially after my relatively short trip from FL to NH.
The trip was scheduled to take 17 hours from door to door and we made it in 18 which isn't bad given all the possible things that can happen with flying these days.  The pictures probably explain the trip better than a thousand words...
The first one is of us at the airport in Manchester...  Awake, smiling and ready to go.  The second one is of Ian getting his wings - I'm guesstimating that he's flown around 100,000 miles now. It looks like a very somber affair but he was just tired.  And the last picture is 16 hours into the trip...  We just collapsed on the floor of the airport in San Francisco!