It was time to head towards home but vacation wasn't over, and that phrase became a family mantra. We had a 4-5 hour drive, time changes make it confusing, back to Vegas to catch our flight but we hit the American classic Route 66 for some of the trip. Big milk shakes and huge burgers in little diners was whatthe last leg of the trip was all about. Well ...that and crazy heat. The dashboard temperature got as high as 119 degrees and yes, it is a dry heat with only 3-5% humidity but it is also a heat that makes the asphalt under your feet feel squishy and your corneas burn through your contacts. The restaurant was about 90 with the air conditioning on and the airport terminal was in the mid eighties for sure so it was a shift to land and have the temperature read 50 degrees on the dashboard. The flight had its own adventures as the vacation wasn't over yet. Grace plugged her ears and buried her face into Sophia's chest as a man filled a bag with his disapproval of turbulence. I prevented a row of men behind us from another round of drinks due to a medical emergency that required Amy and all the flight attendants and some of their personal hygiene items, a cuticle trimmer, to remove an ear plug that I had pushed way too far into my ear. Properly armed, Amy save my ear drum and we continued on. It was a delayed flight and a late flight to start, having watched the sunset in the Grand Canyon the evening before there was perfect circle feel to watch the sun rise over lake Michigan as we drove home.
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