On Saturday, the oldest of my kids’ cousins is getting married near Richmond, Virginia. When we began discussing trying to attend the wedding and see Blaine’s family, it was a puzzle on how to get motels with ten people. (They don’t let you get just one room.) We talked about renting a house. (They heard ten people and thought party… and adjusted pricing accordingly.) We decided to look for a camper, having wanted one and having a reason to look sooner than later.
We bought the camper in October. And today we packed up, left instructions for a neighbor regarding animal chores, turned the heat down, and headed for Virginia. About twelve hours later than the ideal. With a brief pit stop to figure out why the lights weren’t lit on the camper. (Not plugged in tightly. Thankfully. For a minute there we thought we’d be camping less than five miles from home the first night so we could drive in daylight.)
Here we go. Ten people, two dogs, a 29’ camper, and enough groceries and clothes to stay away for at least a week. We were about eight miles into the drive when Elliot asked how soon we’d be there. Stellan just wants to know why we didn’t bring his bike and told me he’d brought gloves so my cold fingers excuse didn’t fly.
Original goal for tonight: Nashville, Tennessee. Modified goal, adjusting for late departure: as far as we can stand.
Safe travels dear daughter. Have a splendid time.
Charlotte Moore says
Thankfully you didn’t have to stay so close to home after all. PRAY you all a good trip and a joyous time. GOD BLESS you with traveling Mercy.