Where does the time go?

I can't believe it has been two weeks since I blogged. Where do I begin?

Karen's visit was a delight. We actually made some progress on a pieced Christmas wall hanging, and I learned a few tips and tricks along the way. More than the sewing, it was wonderful to spend time with Karen. It just proves that no matter how long the time, a good friendship endures, and you just pick up where you left off.

After Karen's visit, we began to focus on our trip to Mt. Home to welcome Brian back from his four month deployment and then head off with the four of them for a trip to Yellowstone. In fact, as I write, we are finishing the last bit of packing before we depart Mt. Home for Yellowstone.

We left Steilacoom on Tuesday and spent the night visiting Ken's cousins at Crooked River Ranch in Oregon. We love the four of them (two sisters and husbands), and always take advantage of any chance to see them. As usual, we were treated to great food and wine, and reluctantly left on Wednesday. We drove just a short time and spent the night in Burns, OR at the RV park that is part of the local casino. It was probably the smallest casino I've ever seen, so we chose to keep our money in our pockets.

Thursday had us arriving at the FamCamp at Mt. Home AFB. It is a great RV park, and feels just like an exclusive membership park. It is walking distance to Brian and Sheila's house, so the boys and their dog paid of a visit on Saturday morning. The FamCamp has about 25 sites, but I think there are only about 8 that are occupied.

We remained on standby waiting to hear when the planes would be returning from the western Pacific. Four planes had problems, mechanical and weather, so eight of them landed here yesterday afternoon. Of course we are always bursting with pride over our kids, and yesterday was no exception as Brians' plane was the first to land since he is the CO. The local television station interviewed both Sheila and Brian, but none of it was aired, just a brief piece with a picture of the four of them at the flight line.

Time to hit the road. I'll try to blog with a little greater frequency after this.

Ciao