Owen was very pleased with the new in-car DVD player.


We overnighted at Nana and Grandpa's on our way there to cut down our travel the second day, arriving early afternoon on July 3 in time for some good fun on the water slides before we all collapsed off to sleep.
It was a busy weekend a the resort, making the finding of parking and the following photo of luggage arriving something to celebrate.




Amy's story is that the first explosion outside coincided perfectly with a HUGE rainstorm. The two of them still got to see the show, but part of it from the safety of shelter.
Inside the hotel, the first firework coincided with Maya waking up thinking we'd gone to war. I couldn't help but think about my good friend Troy whose Dachshund Snicker almost dug through the front floor mats of their car when they made the mistake of letting her come along to the Independence Day celebration when we were growing up.
That was Maya.
She screamed until Amy and Owen returned to the room 5 minutes after the show was over. Happy birthday, America!
We still had an awesome time, though, and are looking forward to going back again, but perhaps on a less explosive holiday next time.
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