We decided to segregate our vacation into stages (three stages, if you have been keeping up). The third stage was our actual anniversary, and for that we got away from everyone, including our little kitties. Thursday, the anniversary of the wedding rehearsal (if anyone were fool enough to celebrate that agonizing day), we drove back from California, unpacked, and spent a night in our own bed. Friday we packed light, one duffle bag which Holly managed to stuff so full it weighed something on the order of a metric ton (well, fifty pounds anyway). By comparison I could have packed all I needed in the pockets of my shorts (cargo shorts but still, only 6 pockets).