If only trucks grew on trees,

Mr. Quinn would be a very happy boy.  I think between the rain and sheer exhaustion (on all of our parts) of the past week, we were all quite happy to sleep in late, pad around in our jammies, and just relax as a family.  And, yes, design new style parking garages.

Yesterday was another long travel day, to include a four hour layover in Salt Lake City, and between that and the long (but fun-filled) week, I was ready to really sleep in. The layover was longer than I am used to, and I am fairly sure I got quite a few looks spending over an hour walking through the terminals just to stretch my legs (here's a thought: gyms*/workout areas in airports!). 

It's funny how there are so many places to sit, so many places to get a cup of coffee or a beer, so many places to eat (though, granted, not always that tantalizing), and, yet, unless you are under the age of 5, very few places to stretch one's legs.  Two terminals had kids play areas, but I realized without having a toddler in tow, I would look pretty silly asking if I could play Little Tykes basketball with the rest of the pint-sized bunch.

What about a library of sorts…a book room/coffee house where one could hang out, read available books, and just chill until one's flight.  Or local food places?  I know, I know, it's just an airport, but still, after several hours, you start wondering.  I did appreciate the exhibit on the Utah Museum of Fine Arts, and noted it as a possible leg-stretch stop this summer on our much-anticipated drive across the country.  I should note, these are tips for any airport..as a whole, SLC was quite nice (especially the re-charging stations), and the views of the mountains were breathtaking.

I made it home just a tad later than I should have, and had quite the welcoming committee.  One Little Guy was loathe to let go once he attached himself to me.  Naturally, when he decided he needed to get down, he immediately ran at break-neck speed toward the exit.  Peter got his work-out running after him, and the rest of the folks got a good laugh watching the both of them.

After a lengthy wait for the luggage, we headed home and most of us went straight to bed (including the Little Guy who crashed half-way through the ride home). Given Pete's lamentations of getting nothing done all week, the house was in very decent shape, and there was even a fresh bag of coffee waiting for me. I didn't even try to plan anything for today, and glad for that.  Oh, we spent some time looking at pictures of the new place, and reviewing our travel schedule, but nothing terribly heavy.  Sometimes I think one just needs a day for everyone to unwind and do nothing more than imagine a place where trucks grow on trees.

*I realized after typing this post, that I needed to consult my best search friend, as perhaps I was, gulp, incorrect, and such a thing does exist.  Enjoy this:  I was *squirms in chair for several minutes*… wrong. Click here, and you will find a list of airports with gyms, and those that have them in fairly close proximity.  I still think in-house (read: past security) would be best, but if you have a long enough layover, could be a good way to spend the time.