Miller rode in the very, very back, tucked in next to all the luggage and gear (see him in there?). We couldn't decide if he was lucky or not. He ended up sleeping almost the entire way there so I think we were the lucky ones.
Why the luggage racks, of course.
Or, perhaps, hanging seashells on the branches of a ficus tree that's seen better days.
Turns out mommies and daddies like luggage racks, too. They make a fantastic impromptu playpen when you're trying to grill dinner down by the pool (just anchor it with the beer-filled ice chest).
3 out of 4 ain't bad, folks!
2 comments:
that looks like a really fun trip.
Love the makeshift play pen and the 3 out of 4.
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