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Kennedy Kousin Kamp: Headed Back to Albuquerque

Today was a day that we did nothing, and yet we did everything.

We were determined to finish the hilarious movie "RV", so we took breakfast over to the dining hall where they had a big screen TV.  Oh my gosh, that goes down as one of my favorites.

We left Carlsbad at the last possible moment (11 a.m.) and headed back to Albuquerque.  We had initially planned on stopping by White Sands Sand Dunes, but the road there was skinny, headed through the mountains, and it was over 100 degrees.  The kids didn't seem too disappointed.

It took us about 5 hours to get back, and the kids had a ball in the back of the RV.  There were serious games of poker taking place, and other games that involved cards and laughter.  I never would have thought that we could fit 7 people around that tiny RV table, but they did!

We checked in quickly at the RV camp and headed out shopping.  There was one last store I wanted to hit, and turns out we probably should have started there on Monday.  Beautiful stuff at great prices.  Everyone walked out with something.

Then, all of us wanted to go to Hard Rock Cafe in tradition from last year.  Turns out that there is a Hard Rock Hotel and Casino, but it has nothing to do with THE Hard Rock :-(  I remembered that the Utah Kousins hadn't been to Cracker Barrel before, so we went there.  More good times and laughter.  I tried to share a genealogy story which was frequently interrupted by more interesting stories....  Hey, at least I tried!

Since we weren't going to score "Hard Rock" t-shirts, we bought out two Walmarts--no more Batman, or Captain America shirts there!  Combined with some paint Sharpies, we were set!

Back to the RV.  We signed the t-shirts.  We packed up our stuff so that the morning would be easy.  I tried to get everyone in bed, but there was just too much to say and do still.

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