9 hours on the road, with a few short potty breaks and lunch, and we made it to Tucson to visit Gramma Jackie for a day.
It was too hot to do anything outside at Gramma's, so we headed to the mountains for a picnic. The flies apparently heard we were coming, because we were attacked as soon as we arrived. We ate, looked around a little and headed back down the mountain. Grampa Bill's grand-daughter Caitlyn was visiting so she hung out with Rachel while we were there. Grampa Bill even took them swimming, more so he could get out of the house away from the little ones.
Since the flies ruined our mountain picnic, we thought it would be a great idea to take the kids to a community park that had some grass. It must have been the only grass in all of Arizona, because as soon as we walked through it, we saw all of these bugs flying around. Looking down, we saw that our legs had turned black. We were being attacked by mosquitoes. Apparently, we had walked through the mosquito breeding grounds. We grabbed the little kids and ran back to the car, swatting mosquitoes all the way, and even after we got in the car we still had to get rid of the last few hangers-on. It was pretty disgusting. That's when we decided our day out was over and we headed back home. We went for a long walk around the subdivision to wear the little ones out, took them home and gave them a bath and put them in bed watching a movie. Then Gramma, Mom, Rachel and Caitlyn played a competitive game of Phase 10.
The next morning, we climbed back in the car for our 15 hour drive home. Mom had come down with a cold and was pretty tired, so we almost took a hotel 3 hours away from home, but Mom hung in there and made it home, before falling into bed, so glad to be home.
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