Many hours later we were on our way home. Karen (the GPS, yes they named her) only got us lost once in Harrison, and how funny was this...after driving through a mud hole and soaking myself because the window was down I pulled into a scarey loooking tattoo parlor to ask for help. Jacob begging the whole time for me to please not talk to these people....I thought he looked pretty protective in this mask he bought at BPS!


















































