We just got back from a 9 day road trip out to Grand Junction, Colorado, and back. The impetus for the road trip was a quasi family reunion to gather multiple generations in the same spot to enable a five-generation photo of my mother, myself, my daughter, her son, and his kids. Eight people, four generations, two cars, approximately 1400 miles one way. What could possibly go wrong?
The good news is we got the photo, my mother was happy to see everyone, my grandson is happy, and we all survived the experience with nothing worse than a few hurt feelings.
The bad news? I'm not sure my sister who lives in Grand Junction ever wants to see any of us again, at least not en masse.