We took advantage of the long weekend by taking a trip to Yellowstone. We had already considered it when my sister-in-law called and invited us to spend the weekend at their aunt and uncle's cabin in Island Park. We were excited because that meant we could take our little vacation and we had free lodging.
We drove up Friday after Dave got home from work. The car got great gas mileage all weekend as we drove all around the park, stopping to see bears (10 total), a moose, lots of elk and bison and a coyote.
We only paid for one meal the entire time we were there because Dave's aunt Teresa kept us full on home-cooking.
Sounds like a pretty cheap vacation so far, right?
But on the way out of the park for the last time, I glanced down and saw that the main diamond from my wedding set was gone. All gone.
So if you ever find a princess-cut diamond in Yellowstone (maybe near Old Faithful?), CALL ME.
ETA: I forgot to mention that Dave went back into the park and searched every place we had stopped that day. He knew it was a long shot, but he couldn't leave without trying. Sweet, huh?