Northerly Northland Travelogue Day Seven.
It is dawn as we arrive at the homestead. Family, Plus One and I have finally made it. Not much has changed at all since departing, but from north to south, I immediately notice the thick, humid air.
Some things never change...or they do change, just not with much haste.
In the past two weeks I have traveled forty-two hundred miles, 50% by air, 50% by car and I am 100% exhausted.
Plus One reunited with her family as we Reunite with Family Dog and Family Cat. We may now ride out the remainder of our brief time off together as a family in the place we call home.
I should note that a couple of new forms of Jazz Hands have been discovered on this trip. The first is when you are at an airport bathroom and find that the toilet paper is exceptionally thin and you get a little bit of the brown, tacky stuff on your finger...the hand motion that ensues is a disgusting form of hand jazzing. This occurred, of course, on day one of my travels. The second type is when you return home from a vacation to find a large frog in your toilet bowl and you throw your arms and hands in the air as it jumps out at you. For full effect, this form of Jazz Hands should be accompanied by screaming like a little girl.
Amazing how my vacation's hand jazzing experiences were book ended in eerily similar locations.
Today's Jazz Hands are happy to be home, despite the big frog in the toilet.
Day two-hundred and eight complete.
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