95,000 miles

 Having missed 94,000 on this trip, I resolved to not miss 95,000, and I didn't:

Allison, Madeline, Enzo, Sara, and I were in the car.  The context for 95,000 was much more emotional.  We had spent the day on Narragansett Beach, by far my favorite beach in Rhode Island:

For the first time that I can recall, we spent the entire day on the beach, primarily because we hadn't been there in years, we brought a shade canopy, and took advantage of Salty's 2-for-1 lobster roll deal at the concession stand.  It's really hard to beat a lobster roll on the beach.

After our beach day, we headed to Hammond Hill to visit Cara and Colin.  This was the first time back since Allison's folks moved away, and none of us felt happy to be there without going "home" to 51.  Enzo was fully weeping, and Allison was similarly volatile.

We visited the horses, then headed to get pizza at Kingston Pizza, followed up with an ice cream from Brickley's Baron's.  We flipped 95,000 miles as we drove away from the horses and were climbing Gilbert Stuart Road.  Marking the milestone was an absolute footnote given the emotional load of the day.  If I didn't mis 94K, I probably would have missed 95K.