I think that was the longest vacation I've ever taken. 19 days in Montana. The three of us, my parents, my siblings and their hubs/girlfriend, my grandparents, my aunt and uncle and their kids and bf/gf. 17 of us in all. Nearest source for dialup was a bar 30 miles away, nearest cell reception was a twenty minute drive. We had a great time, but we're all happy to be home. Four days ago homesickness really started hitting Huck, which we were kinda happy to see. He's rolling around on the floor with the dogs now and demanding a taco, so I'll be back later. In order, he missed his dogs, daddy's office, the family room, and tacos.