Glacier National Park
Day 8 “Wake-y, wake-y” Desmond whispered near my head at about 7AM. “No…” I protested. Bryan did not sleep well last night. The adrenaline from the white knuckle last hour of driving seemed to have kicked off his restless leg syndrome. Bummer. I had hoped to sleep until closer to 8:00. Ah well. Desmond was hoping to head over to his friend’s room and go down to the creek to play again. Redirecting him to eat something, and get dressed while I checked in to see if Easton’s invitation from the balcony to come over was sanctioned by her parents. Desmond dubbed the closet his own little dressing room and got into an outfit for the day. While texting with Debbie I learned that Easton had a sore throat this morning. They got her a London Fog tea to soothe her throat, and after that the kiddos hung out on the balcony playing video games while the adults got ready for the day. Desmond got ice for us again from the ice machine and Bryan filled our water bottles with ice water...