
Mom, Chris, Will and myself took to the road in the trusty Durango. It took almost 24 hours on the way up, and 25 on the way back (I blame the crappy service at the Cracker Barrel for slowing us down). The drive was pretty uneventful, with the four of us switching off every few hours. I took the dumb o'clock shift on the way up (12:30am - 7am) and another night shift on the way back (7:30pm - 3:30am). Dad cheated and flew. Spoil sport. No sense of adventure.
The trip itself was pretty great. I got to meet some cousin-in-laws for the first time, LaSean and Wally. There wasn't TONS of snow, but enough to play in and make some decent snowballs. Oh yes, there was some pelting going on. And, Will and I had the ultimate Christmas Eve stand-off: who can stand barefoot in the snow the longest. It was called a draw after 20 minutes when my father found out what we were doing and got upset, forcing Will in the house first (I really won!).
Anyways, here is a handful of the pics. Enjoy!
Mom behind the wheel. Its not quite freezing yet.
Aaron and LaSean in their matching PJs. We have now been up non-stop for almost two days.
We couldn't help but get into a snowball fight in Marquette.
Chris gets ready to let loose a snowball. My poor mother, we all ganged up on her.
LaSean and Grandpa at the family gift exchange on Christmas Eve.
Us unwrapping Christmas presents at 2:00am with Bill, Lynn and the girls.
Dad & Thunder take a nap on Christmas day (c'mon, we did unwrap presents at 2am!).
Me, the scarf and a hat rarely parted ways. It was cold!
We love SkipBo. There is even a trophy involved.