Six

25 years ago, I road tripped to Texas for a gymnastics camp. We stopped in St. Louis on the way to see some stuff, including going up the arch. 25 years later, I went up that thing again. It was almost as thrilling the second time. Almost. Can't you tell by my expression?

Less thrilling was the 6.5 hour ride home. But to their credit, the boys were fantastic. And now, it's time to get back into the swing of it.