She's packing the Mountaineer. I've got my stuff stowed in the back and am nearly ready to crawl in the back and pull the privacy screen over myself. She'll never notice that I've come along on this one--until we get there, but then it's too late. (I promise not to bother the swans in the hotel lobby--the feathers get stuck in my teeth.)

I'm tired of the kiddie pool in the back yard. This hotel has a real pool. I need a break for a week. I'll let you know how it goes.