I suggested an indoor waterpark resort (duh). But it was $600/night on the weekends, and Ethan didn't really want to go, so Jo and I decided to go on a Sunday night--just us--and take a vacation day on Monday.
Here is our 3-day extravaganza:
Saturday (pre-trip rest day):
We explored Roosevelt Island in the sunshine...
...followed by dinner with Ethan at "Good Enough to Eat"...
...followed by a late night at Chelsea Piers. Jo had never golfed before, but Ethan and I tied for worst shot of the night: we each hit a ball that ricocheted off the front of the deck and ended up behind us.
Sunday:
En route to Pennsylvania, we decided to take a detour to Chester, NJ, where I lived for a year when I was ten.
We stopped at Taylor's Ice Cream (still there 45 years later)...
...went to the athletic field, where I demonstrated my fifth-grade football form...
...then to my elementary school...
...and the woods behind my old house, where my brother Brad and I had a motorcycle accident in the summer of '73. Jo and I helpfully recreated the event.
We visited my old house...
...even knocked on the door, took a tour of the inside, and posed on the porch.
Here's me and Brad in '73, for context:
Eventually we made our way to Camelback Lodge, where we were the oldest kids at the waterpark.
Monday:
A few more water slides, then we packed up and headed out to pick up the chair, stopping for lunch at a place called Mission BBQ, which had a big military truck out front.
We picked up the chair, which BARELY fit into the back of our SUV, and headed back to Manhattan.
Exhausted.
But look! Mission Accomplished!
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