The last day of a vacation is always a little hard to swallow for me. Last year my family came here for three weeks and still it was hard to leave. I wonder how long I'd have to be on vacation for it to get old...I know my threshold is much larger than Bishop's. He and I once vacationed to Thailand for two weeks together in our much simpler newlywed life and after a week I thought he was going to bust. I felt like I was speaking to an alien when I was trying to convince him that Southern Thailand was, in fact, a glorious place to be and he would definitely survive one more week. He thrives on, as he puts it, 'being up and doing.' Maybe someday I'll be that motivated...
Rather than mourn the end of the Newport segment of our trip I'll just relish in the fact that I was able to squeeze in another beach run with Cath. I haven't run on the beach at Crystal Cove yet this trip and neither had she, so we headed out there before all the kids were awake and had a beautiful oceanside run. It wasn't really a structured run, we just enjoyed the conversation and the place and the fact that neither of us were pushing a jogging stroller. I did convince her to try a round of 30/20/10 once we got back up onto the trail, but other than that it was just a nice way to polish off the week.
And now it's off to packing up (hence the shorter post) and heading to Utah for a month...as I said, my vacation threshold has yet to be determined. On a positive note, the drive to Utah is only 10 hours which is WAY better than the 25 we drove to get here (yes, we have to face that drive eventually, but not for a month!). Not to mention it's August in Houston. Given the choice I'd MUCH rather experience Utah's August over Houston's!
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