On Saturday morning, twenty four hours after our early departure, I received a text message from Vendulka that two inches of snow fell on the campground and they were driving home. So now I tell myself that Tom's strep-throat saved us from a frosty night and packing of a wet tent, which is not a bad deal, is it? Viewing it globally, our trip was actually a progress -- we never even drove out last year; three days this year, and if this trend continues, next year we may spend the whole Thanksgiving on a trip somewhere.
Tak si nakonec říkám, že nás Tomova angína ušetřila mrazivé noci a balení mokrého stanu, což možná taky není od věci. Z globálního hlediska je tento výlet docela pokrok -- loni jsme nevyrazili vůbec, letos na tři dny, tak jestli bude tenhle trend pokračovat, tak třeba napřesrok zvládneme celý Thanksgiving někde na výletě.