Anyway, aside from having to slowly ease our way through the branches, Lisa trying to pick the path that would do the least amount of harm, we had a fairly uneventful hour or two, with me bringing Dad up to date on the last couple of years of my life, including the diabetes. (I guess I hadn't told him earlier.) I got the impression that he -- or at least my stepsister's husband -- would have been happier without me there, so they could concentrate on the football game they were watching (Nebraska vs. Colorado) when I arrived. So we didn't stay all that long.
For some reason, when we got back to the hotel, I felt like I'd been traveling hard all day. Those trips must be more stressful than I thought.