The first picture was one of the last ones we took as we headed out of the park and back home. At this point, we were just aching for showers - a dip in the lake can only do so much. I had worn those gray pants every day to go hiking, and the bandana hid my shameful secret - a matted nest of hair in dire need of a cycle of lather, rinse, repeat. The cleanest one in the picture was probably the dog. No, really.
The drive up wasn't bad, especially to me, who got to sleep off a cold the majority of the 6 hour trip up (thank you, big guy!). But by the time we arrived, we were ready to stretch all 8 of our legs.
But back on non-vacation time, I fall asleep to the sound of hoopties driving way too fast down the street and the voices of Early Kyler or Peter Griffin. But at a certain point, everything turns into a lullaby. I can fall asleep in a room with a fully plugged band playing their hearts out. It's just a matter of repetition.