We ended up taking Cliff's sister's vehicle, a Honda Pilot, to Wisconsin. It's a comfortable ride, and would have been ideal except that the co-owner of the vehicle was our driver: My brother-in-law, Pat. If you ever want to see road rage in action, ride with him. His average cruising speed is 82 to 84 miles per hour, and I saw him get the car up to 95 more than once, when passing. We all figured out that the more we protested, the worse it became. So we shut our mouths and prayed silently, as he cut in and out of traffic from one lane to the other, practically rode on the bumpers of cars that were going too slow to suit him, and mumbled insults at "idiot drivers".
We really did laugh a lot as we headed north. By the time we'd lost a full night's sleep, we were all giddy and slap-happy. Of course, with Pat driving, we may have been laughing to keep from crying.
The trip went well. We arrived at Rena's house (not far from Wausau, Wisconsin) around 1 PM, and had Thanksgiving dinner at 3:30.