Last year was possibly the first part of a tradition? Possibly?
Anyway, we made the trip to Solvang to celebrate Thanksgiving once again with my Auntie Anne and Uncle Val. Once again I made turkey and broccoli and greens and buttermilk pie. Once again we watched football and movies at unseemly decibel levels, and once again Uncle Val showed Cass a few pointers and then let him run amok on a video game, this time the FPS Battlefield 6. Cass may prove to be a natural.
This time the sky was beautiful and largely cloudless.
But the kids remain obsessed with the dogs:
And dog zones:
But nobody else made the trip this year, so there was less stress about the food amounts, but also less collective love to wade through.
We left Friday night around 8 pm, and made it back to our apartment in 2 hours, while it took us nearly 4.5 to get there Tuesday afternoon.
All in all it was a great trip and a good time.
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