I haven't even caught up with the blogs and I'm off traveling again. I think I'm up to "L" right now. There were over 1600 posts in my bloglist when I got back from the trip. I don't think I'll get much farther through that list since today I've got to prep for another junket. I still can't believe we're doing this and almost wish we weren't. No use playing that tape though, it's nonrefundable. Might as well be excited.
After Vancouver, we headed down to more milder weather in Southern California. We upgraded to first class (Alaska lets you do this for $50 if seats are available when you check in) which would have been more fun if I didn't get the chills. I was coming down with something. My first explosion came right after we deplaned. Then I shat water every ten minutes for the whole next two days. It was dreadful.
Here's Sonny, Donna's dog. I guess he's starting to get hip trouble which made me sad.
The next day we went to the racetrack with dad and grandma (who's taking this shot). It was a beautiful day but crapping ten times at the track is no gift.
I finally started to feel better for the annual gingerbread men decorating extravaganza. Here is a portion of our efforts.
On the last day, we went over to dad's. He's here with Tiki, the new chihuahua who is pretty skittish with strangers, but quite at ease in his lap.
We took the other dog, Kira, to the dog park for a walk around. I loved being around all the frolicking doggies.
That evening was our "3 Kings" celebration, a second Christmas of sorts, and the sky treated us to this wonderful display. The last sunset of the trip and it was awesome.