Speaking of gorgeous... Hey there mister! Tyson was a stud out on the road. He drove almost the whole way himself and didn't complain at all. I graced him with a most excellent back rub for his efforts.
Although we really really wanted to visit the international museum of carousel art... (huh?) we just didn't have the time to stop. What a shame.
Before I knew it I was back on the plane home. The flight was pretty basic: old guy sitting too close to me; wing shaking so much that I had a vision of it falling off mid flight; that unnerving feeling where you know the pilot just put the brakes on and you're about to drop like a rock... Just your typical flight!