We got the Alaska contingent back to our house from the airport just as the sunrise was painting some pink on the clouds.
It didn't take long for Turk (our dog) and Winston (Spencer's dog) to both find a spot on BJ's lap.
We celebrated Thanksgiving at our daughter & SIL's house. For some reason, I didn't get any pictures of the spread, but it didn't take long for the sound of silverware and plates to be the predominate sound.
Spencer and I went out geocaching a couple times, visiting some new caches that have been recently placed in the area.
Saturday morning, I hosted a geocacher's gathering to introduce Spencer, and appropriately named the event "It's His Fault." We were amazed by the turnout. Lots of our winter visitors are back, and several new geocachers attended as well. It was a great opportunity for folks to share hints and thank Spencer since many of the caches in the local area wouldn't have happened if he hadn't introduced us to the sport.
We headed towards the airport at 10 p.m. Sunday night, with a slight detour so Spencer and I could pick up a First To Find on a cache that published minutes before we left the house. They left on a midnight flight headed north, getting home a couple hours before Spencer headed off to school.
We're sure glad they came. It was great fun to have the whole family in one place for a while.