Sunday, June 29, 2008
Points of Interest
Like ma and pa Clampet we pull away from the house with 2 sleepy but excited boys. I'm surprised how much stuff we can fit in our little SUV and am thrilled to see another load of our baby stuff finding a new home (we're giving it to my little brother and his sweet wife).
Place our breakfast order at Denny's. Why is it I never eat at places like this, except on vacation? Also, aren't vacations about indulging in the very best food? We'll need to work on our food choices as we drive through the next 3 states.
Bad-for-you food is so fast! Pulling out of Fort Collins and trying to spot CSU (we've never seen, but we've driven through this town at least 20 times). Still can't find it. But we note the local psychic lives next to the cemetary. Fitting.
I am defeated by Donkey Kong and scolded by Cooper with a, "give it (the game) to Daddy!"
Cooper asks, "daddy, when are we going to get there?"
"8 hours" (grossly under estimates dad).
"No! 1 hour!" Ahhhhh, poor Coop. If only the road to grandma's was as negotiable as time out.
Stop for gas in Laramie, WY. It is 4.21/gallon. They can charge this much because if you don't gas up here you can literally run out of gas before the next town. This is price gouging, right?
Steve and I switch spots. Somehow I always end up in the driver's seat for the most boring part of the drive.
Mason dozes off and coop and steve are gaming.
Coop says, "I'm tired mommy." I look back to see he's so exhausted his eyes are rolling around and he can't lift his head. I give him permission to fall asleep and he sacks so completely it's sweet.
12:59 - 1:14 p.m.
Stop for gas and McD's in Rock Springs. This is certainly some kind of gathering place or point of no return because it is packed with a gazillion people, some are ver scary to look at. The mini van next to us has vinyl lettering across its back window (the whole back window) that says, "save a ship; ride a sailor." O.M.G.
Cross the state line (WY/UT).
Stop in Morgan for CANDY. Also, I secretly love this little town and tried all manner of convincing Steve we should name one of our kids Morgan. But, we didn't.
Seriouly? Steve looks back and catches Mason picking toe jam with a key.
Cross another state line (UT/ID).
Get the "where are you" call from grandma. It's nice to be loved, isn't it?
Cooper says, "I'm getting sweaty." Poor little man.
Who Knows What Time p.m.
Steve notices (I'm driving) that we're about to run out of gas! Luckily we're 3 miles outside of Blackfoot.
Our little SUV pulls into grandma's drive. We pour out and the babies wobble on sea legs up to the door. Guess what? Grandma's not home!