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Our route back to Philly was less circuitous than our way out. We flew through Phoenix where we had about a 3-hour
layover. Man, nobody cares about the Red-Eye Flyers. We stopped to see if the airport bar made ciapirihnas, but settled
for drafts and sandwiches after sharing laughs about the request with our server. Sunday Night Football was on, and we
were slowly getting back into the reality of days. We finally landed without a blink of sleep in the City Of Brotherly
Loath [jk -I love Philly—it just sounds funny, no?] around 6am, and waited for our ride back to the Best Western to pick
up our car. We still had a two hour ride home, 3 for Ray. We were tired, hungry and happier than we should have been.
Matt finally dozed off and on for an hour in the back seat, and, judging from the smiles on his face as he slept, his dreams
were now augmented with the thrilling encounters he recently enjoyed with two of Natures most sacred portals --not to
mention me and Ray. After dropping Matt off at his house, I took Ray to mine where his car awaited him. He was quick
to continue until he collapsed an hour later in his own home, a new man, no doubt. I made a cup of coffee (the one thing
that just can't be duplicated elsewhere) threw in a load of clothes, shared the love with the cats while missing the dogs.
After sipping my coffee through smiles from looking at trip pix, I collapsed to the couch around one o'clock.
Barb was camping in the Delaware Seashore State Park, and as soon as my clothes were cleaned and dried, I was off to
join her.
This is my first blog since our granddaughter, Charley Regan, was born. I wish her a happy time when she first visits the
wonderlands of Zion & Bryce Canyons. One way or another, I'll be with her when she does.
