On Tuesday we drove across barren Nevada all the way to the Pacific Ocean. After all the stress and flurry of the preceding few days, Mark and I enjoyed even more than usual just sitting quietly next to each other as the road rolled beneath us. (Yes, the kids got a DVD player. Hence the peace.)
After a blessedly uneventful day of driving we arrived at our friends' the Flemings, then popped right back up the next morning to drive to Disneyland. We spent our free tickets on the best Disneyland day ever. No lines. Sunshine. Not too hot, not too cold. Nine kids but not one meltdown. We broke into two groups: A pack of big kids who literally jogged from ride to ride. And a flock of little kids who wandered, dithered, and explored.
Today: the beach. Tomorrow: San Francisco and Chinatown.