Duck tour, driving home
12.03.1997
Today, I was awoken by the clamouring of my dear, sweet parents packing to go home... at six in the morning. It's not like we had to go anywhere. We had to be at the "duck" tour at 10. So at 10, we boarded our bus that would later splash down into the lake. It was pretty cool, but the tour guide was just lame. After an hour and a half of rolling my eyes, we went and had lunch at McFarlan's. It was a really good restaurant but I wasn't very hungry. Too bad. Then we got in our car for the long drive home. Another two days of sleeping and listening to CDs. We stopped in Greenville, Illinois and I got to sleep in a cot. Lucky me!
