Airport again

We got home without any major delays, except for the little one where on our first flight (from Chicago to Los Angeles). There was this woman with a dog in her purse walking up and down the aisle looking for a seat. This wouldn't have mattered so much if that wasn't our first plane, but it was our first plane and we had to run to catch the next one. We were all a little surprised we made it. And we weren't the last ones on, even. Here is a picture of the clouds viewed from my window:
Almost the moment we arrived at the house, Ruth and I went out exploring in the forest we call Fangorn. We got pretty far with the help of a old wooden board we used as a battering ram. Ruth and I found a few tics on each other when we came home.