This year our trip to California looked a bit different than usual. Not because Landon was invited into the cockpit by our pilot but because Ainsley only joined us for one week, and Chris didn't come at all (he used his vacation for scout camp instead of California this year). Ainsley stayed behind to work which never ended up happening, but that's a completely different story.
The three weeks Kaylee, Landon and I spent before Ainsley's arrival were pretty low key. We worked quite a bit in my parent's backyard to help my dad finish a project that had come to a complete halt after a torn meniscus and rotator cuff injury.
When we weren't working we had plenty of down time and some adventures as well. We watched a World Cup soccer game on the big screen at the Earthquake's stadium where I got the worst sunburn of my life on my knees of all places (they are still a different color than the rest of my legs). Landon and my dad worked on some Boy Scout merit badges and went to the Tech Museum. Kaylee visited Stanford, fell in love with the campus, and decided that's where she wants to attend college (although she's now having second thoughts about that one).
We hiked, visited the Jelly Belly Factory, met my cousin's cute new baby (Clayton), visited Gigi, and spent time with Grandma and Grandpa Yarbrough.
When Ainsley joined us for the last week of our trip, we went into full tourist mode. The rest of our trip went by in a flash. We went to Muir Woods, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Monterey Bay Aquarium, Santa Cruz, and spent as much time as possible on the coast.
Before we headed back to Texas, my parents hosted a barbecue at their house and we were able to visit with and say goodbye to several family members.
As always, we were sad to say goodbye. I don't think we'll ever not miss living by our family, but at least we have family that we love enough to miss. Until next time California.
