After 10 days, 2,147 miles, one dog, and eight people more or less living out of a 12 passenger van for the duration, we’re home. In one piece. After driving all night and arriving home this morning at 6am, we’re all a little exhausted. Me more than the kids – so much for a nap.
The van is a disaster. If we get it emptied and vacuumed today, it will be a grand accomplishment.
We camped, fished, saw friends, saw family, saw the badlands, chased after the runaway dog, turned the radio up louder to drown out the baby’s protests to his carseat, and turned the radio up louder to drown out the toddler’s protests to her carseat. We ate more hamburgers and hot dogs than I can count, and slept in multiple rest areas when we couldn’t stay awake to drive any longer. We weathered one rain storm, one very windy night, and just a tad of hail.
I did dishes one time in ten days. I washed one load of laundry in ten days. Many, many thanks to Grandma for her laundry and dish washing services and Uncle John for taking on the dishes we all dirtied during our time there.
Now, to go get pizza for lunch. Why break the no-cooking run now? Coming soon: photos. Just as soon as I get the camera unpacked. And maybe a nap.