The Final Leg of the Journey

Tuesday we headed home. We were ready well before our driver came to pick us up, so Conner (the new Elder Boynton) took us for a walk along Swan Lane near their home. One block and you are in the country: fantastic. At 11:30 our driver picked up Rod, Vic, Kris, and me with our luggage. The rest of them piled into Matt's car and we headed up the M25 to Heathrow Terminal 5 where we said our goodbyes. Conner was taken to one of the other terminals where he caught an interminable flight to New Zealand via Los Angeles. Everything went relatively smoothly and we flew home through a 10 hour sunset. Chip picked up the Boyntons and Gavin picked up the Taylors. We spent two nights in Arizona before making another 10-hour journey north to Provo/Orem. All went very well and it is more or less nice to be home. Home always feels good, but we love and miss England. The trip was great. Everyone, including aged and crippled participants, did very well. It was an experience we will remember with great fondness.

A lovely morning walk

First frost on the grass

Kent: "The Garden of England"

Last blackberries of the season

A glimpse of Matt and Kim's house from Swan Lane

Goodbyes all around

Heathrow's new Terminal 5

A little reading before bed

Beck's breakfast

Harry ready for school

Lunch at Denny's in Page

A beautiful sky over Mount Baldy in Beaver

We slept through the night last night, so it seems the jet lag is almost gone. Things will be a bit boring after a steady stream of posts from England. But if anything interesting happens, we will keep you posted. That's all for now.

OXO

D.