I think I am almost ready to settle on our summer vacation being flying to Vegas and then driving back to Chicago via Route 66. I've decided, I WILL fly. I can't hold myself back from doing things I want to anymore because of irrational fears. And anyway, I am a risk-taker. Why did that change? There are countless sights I want to see, experience, photograph along that route that I'd be a fool to pass it up just because of a little 4.5 hr plane ride.