The annual houseboat (the term is used loosely anymore) has once again come and gone. This has always been a particularly hard trip to come home from. It often marks the end of summer get-togethers and lazy days spent in the sun with friends. You realize it might be another year before you see some of this group which only makes you miss the ones that couldn't make it even more. It's unfortunate, but such is life.
There were three couples, a brother and two babies that rounded out the group. Erica and I never had a problem with sleeping in, but apparently others weren't as fortunate. I guess six-month-olds don't sleep past 5:30 or 6:00 in the morning. They don't drive boats well either. Slouches. Get a job!
I will tell you one thing that was confirmed while taking this trip... vacations are harder than all hell to take. It. Was. Impossible. To get out of here Friday which, in turn, made us hit the stupidest traffic one might hope to miss. I-75 is a hole. I've said it before and I mean it... they should start over. It's not working. It's the perfect example of why there needs to be transportation reform. You can add additional lanes all you want, but until you take the human factor out of it, there will still be X number of lanes to the right filled haphazardly with cars and trucks going roughly the same speed and a left lane with a line of X number of cars lined up behind someone trying to pass the mass of floating debris that makes up all the lanes to the right. It's impossibly confounding to me how we stubbornly trudge ahead as if this is our future.
Whew.
Anyway... the trip was great. There's nothing quite like flying around a lake on a boat, laying your head back and feeling the warm sun on your wind-whipped face.
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