Packing Up

Steve, the Bry, and I are headed to Seattle tomorrow, where we will board a big boat bound for Alaska. (No John, not one of these. One of these.) We've spent the last 48 hours working on the task of packing. Guess which family member has the biggest bag? OK, Steve actually has the biggest bag, but that's because one pair of his size 12 shoes takes up half the suitcase. But Bryson still got more suitcase space than I did. The packing equation went something like this:

10 days away from home
+
0 places to do laundry
+
400 gallons of drool
+
Several likely, er, uncontained poop incidents
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A LOT OF BABY CLOTHES

(See also, creative shuffling to make the baggage weight limits for the flight.)

The good news is that we'll be traveling lighter by the time we get head for home, given the 80 pounds of diapers and wipes that are currently weighing down various bags.

I'm guessing we'll be sans internet access for the next week or so, so we'll catch you on the flip side with documentation of Bry's exploits in the land of the midnight sun. Hopefully no grizzly bear wrestling or glacier crevasse crossing will be involved, but you never know what you're going to get into when you roll with the Bry!