We got back Saturday afternoon from our visit with Kelly’s parents. Once again, driving down U.S. 15 seemed much easier than the interstates. Kelly followed me on the way down, with Travis joining me for an hour or so after lunch.
It was good having company as I drove, but I felt bad that I couldn’t understand what Travis was telling me. He’s tough sometimes to hear even in the best of circumstances. Add in road noise and all I could do was smile and nod my head.
Kelly’s parents were as always great to us. Even though I had to work while I was there, it felt like a little vacation.