So I was very surprised when Dad woke me up Thursday morning cheerfully:
"Alright! Pack your overnight bag... we're headed to St. John's. Oh and Aunt Marti says it might snow"
WHAT!? I did not pack for snow! Luckily, I had not yet brought ALL of my winter clothes back to Tucson so I had some warm things stored in my closet.
So we packed our bags and headed northeastward to the White Mountains. :)
Why Weston was wearing a parka in the car I do not know...
But Erica sure is!
Dad was using Ron's lower-back decompressing machine thing :)
Mom & Aunt Marti cleaning up--they wouldn't let me help, I swear!
Erica & I played 3-2-1 blastoff!
She wanted to take a picture of me from up high--which, truthfully, is pretty scary because all I could think about is how much damage a camera could do to one's front teeth if dropped from 3 feet and allowed to accelerate at the speed of gravity...
Overall, Thanksgiving was peaceful, fun, & relaxing! :) I think I'll do it again next year...