Racing to the airport

Thanks to lack of wifi/cell coverage combined with general lack of knowledge about the amount of time it takes to get to Gillette we were sitting at lunch in this charming lodge in Wyoming when we realized we needed to pack up our food and run!  Even with that crafty move my dad is still driving like a bat out of hell to get there.  Jason is watching his phone and telling him each minute he shaves off of the time.  πŸ˜πŸ˜πŸ˜ oops!

   
     

We arrived at 4:24 for the 5:00 flight. AACK!  Run Nana & Papa RUN!

   
 

They made it!  AND they can even check bags.  People our west are very kind.  My mom was happy to be able to come back and take her liquids πŸ™‚

   

 

 

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