Yeah, not such a fan of airplanes, particularly the little commuter jet that we had to get on from Vegas to Fresno. It’s sort of exciting to board a plane out on the tarmac, but then when you get on and you can reach both sides of the plane with arms outstretched, you’re just “oh”, particularly because you know Mark gets motion sickness easily. Yes, that’s right. Hawaii helicopter tours, Alaskan whale watching cruises, drives up windy mountain roads – all ruined because of extreme nausea. The girls thought the tiny plane was “cute” and laughed every time the plane did a little drop because it gave them butterflies in their stomach. They were in hysterics the whole ride. Mark and I weren’t so amused. We felt like old people.
The next day, my brother drove us to Yosemite with a little help from anti-nausea medicine. The girls were complaining of car sickness but everyone did fine. Yosemite is…ah, you know, here are some photos, which you can’t even get a sense of the place through pictures or even one day there, really. It’s like the time we went to the Grand Canyon, on a stop during a cross country road trip. It was so surreal that it looked like we were staring at a movie set. But the real fun started on the descent down from Yosemite. Winding, steep roads for the better part of 2 hours. Seriously, it wouldn’t end. Claudine threw up cheddar bunnies and ice cream and freaked out because she’s not normally a pukey kid and she didn’t know what was happening. We had inadequate supplies to clean her up with. Good times.