My disconcerted 11-month-old must have sensed mommy was off somewhere today as her farewell kiss comprised a whack in the face. I meet my co-pilot Joslyn, at right, at Atlanta's Hartsfield Airport—and we're off! Well, not quite. Joslyn gets pulled aside for a random security check and they confiscate her camping multitool. Oops, should've checked that! How we gonna open our bottles of wine now?