We're in the final stretch

After a whirlwind tour of Vancouver that left Chris and I wondering what we were thinking staying only two nights, we departed for northern Idaho. We'd spent our time in the city at Stanley Park, visiting the aquarium, which the girls loved, taking a horse-drawn trolley ride, and visiting the kids market at Granville Island. We also squeezed in a visit to a long-lost relative of Chris' (it was possibly his father's second cousin). We loved the city and loved the place where we were staying. It was just the perfect place for us and exactly the opposite of our beach house. The girls and I were wandering around remarking at all the conveniences (look it has a diswasher and a stacked washer and dryer!) and I said it was the nicest place we'd stayed thus far. Julia remarked, "Yeah, after the place with the bunkbed."
"Which place with the bunk bed? Do you mean the place we just stayed?!?"
"Yes."
I guess it's true that kids have different standards than adults. It doesn't matter that the place was a tear-down, as long as there were bunk beds, it was the best.

We got up early this morning and had a pretty good day of driving. The girls were happy to find all sorts of unexpected surprises at the rest stops, like a bush covered in caterpillars and big boulders for climbing. They were pretty restless by the last 20 minutes or so and I resorted to teaching them old camp songs and begging them to hold it together for 3 more blocks because we're almost there. Happily, we made it in time to have dinner with Uncle James. Unhappily, it was a crazy dinner because they were much to keyed up to sit at a table and eat. At least the host was perceptive enough to seat us at the farthest table in an empty room, so they didn't disturb anyone but us.