Another vacation in links:
Great Wolf Lodge. It was crazy fun, including the Howling Tornado, which claims to be six stories tall. This so obviously untrue; when I went down it, it was clearly at least 10 to 12 stories high. I got off and my knees were shaking. And I like water slides.
The Del-Bar. Eat here. No, I mean it. The pan-fried mushrooms were so good Matt and I giggled every time we took a bite of them. The gin-and-tonics were the distilled essence of summer. And Matt's parents watched the kids, so we didn't even have to sneak off for dinner. I love you, Del-Bar!
My alma mater. We came back via Northfield to foist ourselves on Little Brother for a bit. We sat up late and drank Moosehead and talked while the kids tried to sleep.
Then we came back home and Matt bought a new commuter car. Awesome!