I made it to Boise, and not ONCE did I try to see how fast my car could go. And no fewer than three state troopers ignored me.
That said, my cruising speed was around 88 for most of the stretches where the posted limit was 75. I left at 5:27am, and arrived at the in-laws’ place at 10:41. I walked through the door just in time to see Patches crying — Grandma (his, not mine) handed him straight across to me, and he settled right down. I got a good 15 minutes of cuddly-Patches before he realized he’d been snookered and that Mom was somewhere in this house full of people. That made the whole trip worthwhile.
Right now everyone is out ice-blocking (it’s like sledding, only you use an ice-block instead of a sled, and you do it on grass) while I stay home and relax with my friend The Internet. Ahh, reunions.
Incidentally, MY Grandma is now well enough to travel, and will be flying to Utah next Monday. Hurray!
[edit — 1:53 pm] I just finished a nap, and they’re not back from ice-blocking yet. So far the reunion has been a peaceful, delightful, home-away-from-home experience. And now, to see to the larder…