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The plane landed in Boise (pronounced “Boy-See,” not “Boy-Zee” according to more than one T-shirt and waitress), delivering us to the jumping-off point for our summer vacation.
As we taxied along the jet way, my 8-year-old twins began peppering my wife with the same question, “Is there a pool at the hotel?”
The answer for this night was “No,” which set off an oh-so-public display of wailing and mashing of teeth that was really the perfect way to end a long day of cross-country travel.