"Ouch!  Direct hit!  Nailed me in the arm!" Me to Evie. We were in a game of dodgeball-lite, using little green apples we found on the beach. Me to Scott, "Incoming on your 8!" He narrowly avoided a lobbed apple...

No shit there he was.... it's one of those stories. Traveling down the highway in Tennessee, at 8:45 am, Nate was asleep on the couch of the RV (buckled in) and Scott was tired but full of coffee and ready...

aka The St. Louis Arch.  Why the National Park Service didn't just call it "The Arch" remains a mystery to me but either way - it's pretty, it's an experience and it's something I have no intention of ever doing...