All good things come to an end, and this was the end of our Florida vacation. We’re experienced enough travelers that we could do the final suitcase-stuffing and leaving-stuff-behind that needed to be done without too much trouble. One last yummy Travelodge breakfast, loaded up on coffee, and then hit the road North on the start of Florida’s Turnpike in Homestead.
We had to leave behind some peanut butter, and I’d schemed to sneak outside in the middle of the night and rub it on Ganesh’s stomach. I’m sure he would have *loved* it but I think I might have gotten arrested. In any case, I slept too soundly and missed the opportunity.
It was yet another sunny day but this time we had the top up, and it’s probably good that we did because the turnpike got really full with noisy and crazy traffic quickly. We stopped in Pembroke Pines to knock down the last beer, to fill up one last time, and to snap a few more pictures, and then braved the last few packed miles to the Fort Lauderdale airport, where we bid a sad farewell to Mustang Sally, who had been an excellent companion and ended up enjoying the trip a lot more than she thought she was going to.
Got some beers and some salads at the now-empty restaurant that had been overflowing when we passed through the Fort Lauderdale airport before, and then caught our planes North. Air travel can be really not fun, and there were lots of little details not worth mentioning that made it even more tedious. One good thing was having a short interlude at a Clearwater(!) brewpub in the Atlanta airport.
Made it back to Boston a bit before 9:00 and took a cab home as soon as we could. Back to the 40’s and 50’s and the middle of a cold Spring, but what the heck, we’d had a great time!