So far, our vacation is going as they tend to. Saturday was nearly perfect. We visited a horse ranch/wildlife rehab center run by my mom’s orthopod boss and his wife. The kids did a few laps on bareback and Elvi did a few laps on a shovel tractor and all were thrilled. Child One got carsick on the bumpy drive in from the main road and threw up just after our arrival, on the lawn. The numerous dogs loved the unexpected snack and one ran around for most of the day with the remains of his meal sticking to his terrier beard.
That night, we ate at Goode Company, one of the highlights of this city. I had the duck, of course.
We spent New Year’s Eve with Rice friends and the entourage they’ve gathered over the years.
There’s not much more to relate. I may meet Brett the Nicholl finalist this week.
Bonus wargamer query:
Has anyone playing Combat Mission had a truck explode into a thousand pieces from rifle fire at a range of 200 meters? I could swear that’s what happened in a recent game (Afrika Korps variety).