The Hubbard Havoc

First time jitters of flying? None for Logan since he couldn't even board! Logan worked his butt off… staying at the guesthouse all day, while the rest of us actually helped the houses. He left around 2:00 PM to get to the airport, but whaddaya know, his flight was canceled. It's safe to say he won't be flying United Airlines any time soon. Rather than have him try to get on another flight, we made the decision to leave after our sightseeing trip.

After working and hearing the news of the Hubbard Havoc, we boarded the bus, rushed to the guesthouse, and barely had enough time to shower and stuff our faces with pizza before boarding the Natchez steamboat.

It was all smooth sailing while we drank our strawberry daiquiris. Virgin, that is! Have some faith in us; we're not that irresponsible. We passed by a surprisingly smelly sugar refinery, some very large boats, and even the Saint Bernard Port. But we couldn't end the day without a quick dance between Logan and Summer! You can't really dance to a jazz version of "When the Saints Go Marching In," but they made it happen!

After getting back to the guesthouse, we had about 30 minutes to finish packing and board the bus, despite being told by some that we'd have at least an hour. Many of us, especially me and Alicia, tried to board the bus as soon as we could to claim decent seats. Our plan almost failed when two others (not mentioning names!) tried to double up a luggage seat and share one. It would have ended up working fine, but we still got kicked off the bus and called individually to claim one single seat.

So we drove and drove (with, of course, more than the desired amount of gas stops), and arrived in Hayti, Missouri for some good ol' fashioned McDonalds breakfast. We boarded back up, and arrived in Hermann at around 1:00 PM to many families waiting for us when the bus doors opened.