Sunday, January 19, 1992

We eat breakfast, pack the van, and hit the road by 10:30.  The road is snow-covered and probably slippery to Washburn, a 12-mile stretch.  After that conditions are variable.  The dusting of snow that fell earlier during the morning creates a white-out effect whenever cars, and especially trucks, pass in the opposite direction.  I drive as far as Stevens Point, where we stop for take-out at McDonald's and to put some air in a much too soft left rear tire.  We return to Middleton at 5, and the boys are so happy to see us.  It's obvious, though, that they had a great time with Cindy and Mayra.  In fact, Eddie starts to fuss when Mayra approaches the front door to leave.