We did get to Moline. Got there at noon on the 26th, visited with grandparents on Dad's side, went to Frank's Pizza in Silvis. Left Frank's and visited Mom's mother for the rest of the afternoon, had supper at her house with her, my Mom, mom's sister and brother-in-law.
Went to hotel, checked in, crashed.
Get up on 27th. Go back to first grandparents and visit, go to store, cook lunch, visit. Go to hotel, change clothes, drive with Mom to Geneseo to visit with her father and his wife, have supper at The Cellar. Stop by aunt and uncle's on the way back to hotel to visit a little more. Laura remarks that her throat is a little scratchy.
Weather looks like it's going to get ugly, so night of the 27th we decide to leave early on the 28th. Good choice. Leave hotel at 6 a.m. with a few flakes coming down. Drive over to help Mom pack up, and by 6:20, it's full-bore snowstorm. Laura is full-bore sick.
It was nasty until around Lincoln or so, but thankfully just snow, no ice. Got home that evening, 12 hours of straight driving, poured Laura onto the couch, unloaded the truck. My mother drove to Wausau in the same storm; her normal 5-6 hours turned into 10.
Did get to shoot some Arkansas mallards that weekend (done by 7:20 one morning...classic green timber on a really private club), got home to care for my wife, and by last Thursday, I was sick as a dog.
So, I'm sorry we didn't get to say hi. That was the fastest, hardest family visit I've done in a long time. If we're up this spring, I'll give you some advance notice. Or, if you decide to come down here, give me the heads-up. We'll go chase trout or just have a beer.