Bloated, soggy, sore, bug bitten and smelling like musty rags, we packed the little car for the last time and pointed it in the direction of home.  This may sound bad for you, but for us, it’s just not a vacation unless we come through the front door on all fours pushed to our physical limits.  Taking turns at the wheel, we drove south with a mission.

Screen Shot 2012-12-26 at 11.31.57 AM7 hours later, we crawled through the front door.  I went into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water.  When I returned 10 seconds later, this is what I found.

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Haere rā

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