So here are the highlights:
- Stopping in Salt Lake City en route, where Grandma and Grandpa Richards threw Riley a pre-birthday party.
- Gorging ourselves on really good (seriously!) all-you-can-eat sushi. If Dougalls ever return, the restaurant may change its policy to all-you-can-eat-or-five-rolls-per-person, whichever-comes-first.
- The family talent show, featuring my brother Rich's tribute to the Dougall Fam. Gems included:
*If, as a child, you thought five-star travel meant you had grass and shade in the same campground, you might be a Dougall.
*If you tend to have an opinion...about everything, you might be a Dougall.
*If you consider sleep a necessary inconvenience, you might be a Dougall. (Note: I'm the black sheep; I like my eight hours.)
*If you've ever been willing to drive 12 miles out of your way to save 36 cents on gas–not 36 cents a gallon, 36 cents total–you might be a Dougall.
- Playing at Pump it up, one of those kiddie "inflatable party zones" that I *never* imagined patronizing. But when it morphed from playtime for the kids into gladiator-style competitions for the adults...well, that's when the fun really began. We sprained an ankle, pulled a shoulder, and acquired tons of rug burn, but it was totally worth it.
- Sharing approximately one million desserts at one of those Vegas-style buffets. (My tribute contribution: If, at all-you-can-eat buffets, you tally food consumed vs. money spent, you might be a Dougall.)
- Meeting Riley's four new baby cousins.
- Acting like kids (again) at a local water park. Riley and cousin Sawyer happily overindulged on leftover Doritos while Matt and I conquered the water slides. But the very best part? Watching my brother David, who's still recovering from a serious car accident, conquer the water slides. Go David!
- Celebrating Riley's birthday.
- Seeing how much Riley adored (and was adored by) every single cousin, from the babies on up to the 16-year-old cool guys.