We sulk and then comes a break in the rain. This is our moment. We pack differently this time, stacking the quail in the back so we are closer to Hannah and can access the couch and food. Now we have a wet tent in our van. So seems like we better head home. But not without some more biking!
Hannah even came with us for a few miles!
Next tiny house?
There's no one I'd rather have a lousy vacation with than you.
P.S. Saturday morning: Phillip is sick again, same deal. Hannah (who ran with us for a couple miles and hiked, too) fell in the mud this morning at home and now she's limping. Our bad luck followed us home. That thought leads to reviewing these pictures and remembering how much worse it could be!