Day 6 : Jupiter

We had just enough hours in the day for Carrie-Bri and me to take in another beach sunrise. Cold in the ears. Rough waters. Then a visit to the old red Jupiter lighthouse, still standing after 157 years. After a quick lunch at a New York delicatessen, we hit the airport.

Home sweet St. Louis home.

After catching flights from West Palm to Chicago – liberally complaining about Chicago in the airport, because that’s what St. Louis does to Chicago, and vice versa – and from Chicago to St. Louis, shortly after ten-fifteen that night, I walked through the door. Back home to my boys.