Wagons Ho!

So Mom and Betsy and Anna were all set to fly to Oregon the first week of January, and Dad and I were going to ride the train, which was becoming kind of a worrisome subject due to Dad's leg. Then about midnight on the night of the thirtieth, whilst we were all shivering in a cold, dark house, Amtrak calle to say that they had cancelled our train. After much discussion, it was decided that I would also fly to Oregon and that Dad would stay under the care of Heather and Greg. It worked out pretty good for everyone, since we didn't get power back until the 8th of January, one day after the girls got back to town.