Our good luck began when Wylie's round of pre-trip barfing turned out not to be the stomach flu, just an elicit binge on his brother's Pez.
A sunset dinner at The Lake George Retreat was an unexpected bonus. We couldn't find the Applebees the Expedia app was promising.
A crazy-orange harvest Moon rose late last night and Finn declared it to be Mars.
Wylie slept much of today and has been otherwise occupied with his own personal version of catch, chanting "ball, ball, ball."
We managed to engage Finn in some old fashioned car Bingo this morning; we told him the iPod needed to charge.
Jason's driving, jacked up on Coke and Starbucks, and I have my feet up on the dash, having just finished an hour-long call with my girlfriend.
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