Salt Lake with the family was wonderful. It was the first time I had traveled with Edie by myself, and that was less wonderful. There were thousands of willing arms to hold her, but I had never noticed how attached she was to me, and being in a new place exacerbated it. At least, I think so. One way or the other, if I left her eyeline, she went bananas. Two weeks of that, is . . . well, it was exhausting.
Still, there were trade-offs. Like sharing a house with my parents and siblings, like a hot tub that never got hot, a reunion with family I haven't seen in years and years (hey cousins), spending time with my dear grandma, a historic village with a candy cannon (exactly what it sounds like), Moonrise Kingdom with brothers and sisters, and a house full of snacks (thanks dad).
It was a big trip. I mean, I'm never going to travel again, but, it was worth it.
p.s. that second photo is my dad, "taking a rest". He does this a lot, so once you get used to it, it's not so alarming.