My favorite part was the kids whispering the entire time we were 750 feet underground. Flash flooding in the area caused the park to delay opening and it was not crowded at all, so there were times we had huge sections of the massive caverns to ourselves: slick walkways, echoing baby noise, hushed kid whispers.
“Is this real?”
After lunch back above ground, it was time to say goodbye. From here to the coast, it’s just us four again.
I have this idea that we used to get blizzards (you know, the frozen DQ treats) on summer road trip vacations. That means we probably did it once or twice and it was fun to pass the car hours shoveling ice cream in my face, so memory gives it a much larger prominence then it ever actually had.