There is a reason I haven't posted in a couple of days. It involves a traffic jam on the I-90 outside of Erie, Pennsylvania where we went two miles in two hours, getting mildly displaced once we got into Niagara which meant checking into the hotel around 11 p.m., and in which we could connect to the wi-fi, but got absolutely no internet connection.
What is a vacation without adventures, right?
So, in the past two days we hit four cities (and drove lots and lots and lots):
ClevelandRussell checked the map and realized that where we stayed at the hotel was really a jump and a skip from Lake Erie. And who can pass up a chance to see one of the Great Lakes? (Not me.)


And, since we were going to be down at the pier, why not stop at the
Rock and Roll Hall of Fame museum... which the girls were not as game for. It was overpriced and the girls were kind of bored (Megan complained), though the younger two found the costumes and instruments interesting, but Russell was fascinated by it, and enjoyed the museum.
KirtlandFrom there, we drove to Kirtland, where we wildly mismanaged our time. We stopped at the visitor's center first, and caught the (very nice) movie. By then, the younger girls were complaining of being hungry, so we drove around until we found a pizza place to eat. After eating, we headed to the temple to see if we could take a tour there, but the next tour wasn't for a half hour. So, we dashed back to the Church sites to see if we could get into the Whitney Store. (We couldn't.)

We latched onto a tour, went through the Whitney house, and then dashed back to the temple to make the tour there. Another video (interesting the differing perspectives on the same events...) and then into the temple. Kristen and Alison were squirrley and bored, and the tour wasn't all that interesting, so the girls and I bailed on the lower room and just hung out on the grounds until the tour was done.
Niagara FallsWe meant to do the falls in the evening on Tuesday. But, since we didn't get there until 11 p.m., we opted to do them first thing Wednesday morning. Our hotel wasn't terribly far from the falls, so we opted to walk down. It was a lovely... and would have been better had it been sunny and warm.

The falls (even from the American side) were impressive: the spray from the horseshoe falls was high enough that it felt like it was raining on the observation deck.

(Something which would have been nice had it been sunny and warm!) Russell was the only one brave enough to go all the way down, though Caitlyn, Alison and Kristen ran around a bit, getting wet but not soaked.

In the end, the girls enjoyed looking at the falls, walking around, and browsing in the gift shop... the souvenir of choice was those stamped pennies, interestingly enough.

This was taken by an Australian gentlemen, a fact which pleased Megan greatly...
PalmyraFrom there, we piled into the car and drove the hour and a half to Palmyra. We managed our time better there: we ate first! And then took a tour of the Smith homes (they've changed a lot since Russell and I were there as kids).

Not how I remembered it.... And they moved the road as well....
The sister missionary was lovely, involving our overactive Kristen as her companion for the tour. She let Kristen hold her Book of Mormon, and she asked her questions and let her explain things. It was all very cute.

We then walked through the Sacred Grove (again: changed from what I remember): there's a very nice path through the woods, with benches to sit and reflect. The challenge was keeping Alison and Kristen from a) running and b) shouting. *sigh* Someday they will be grown up and I will miss this. Or so I tell myself.

From there we headed to the Hill Cumorah, (the girls said: "No more videos!") where we discovered that pageant preparations were underway:

and found we couldn't climb to the monument at the top. Thankfully, a helpful missionary pointed us in the direction of the road that goes up there... and we were able to drive to the top.


We hung out there a bit, and then hit the road (again), this time for Boston.
It was a longish drive, though shorter than we were expecting, and we were all exhausted by the end of it. And at the end of it, we discovered that Boston is not a fun city to navigate around. Thankfully, our friend Kristine Haglund (with whom we are staying until the family reunion begins on Friday) found us and rescued us and helped us find her house. Hooray for friends!