We had a lazy morning with a bit of shopping before getting on our plane back. It was almost uneventful, until Mom thought she’d lost her backpack going through airport security. It turned out she’d already slung it on her back, which I helpfully pointed out without laughing hard enough to draw the attention of every single person in the security area.
We flew over the Grand Canyon, of which I got a barely recognizable picture. We got home too late for Ethan to make it home and get up in time for school, so he slept in our room for one more night while we got the guest bed in the basement. The boys noticed we were back and even remembered our names, our abscence being not an exciting adventure or a personal growth experience but just a soon to be forgotten disappointment because we didn’t bring back good loot.