This little blog has been quiet – and for good reason. We took the Shoe and headed east to surprise Lowell’s folks for their 60th birthdays this year!
It was an exciting trip that was jam-packed with fun activities almost every minute. Since it was a rather long trip with so much packed into it, I am going to make this a series of posts (mostly pictures) because it might crash your computer to load all the trip pictures at once!
I can’t promise how quickly I’ll get these posts cranked out since I came home and found the weeds in my garden had not taken a vacation like I had. I don’t like writing posts so quickly since I usually type the first thing that comes into my brain. So if they sound a little corny, consider yourself fortunate that you don’t have to live with it every day like Lowell does!!
We haven’t even left yet . . . now what did we forget?
This is me.
This is me stressed out.
This is me cranky and ordering kids around like little minions.
This is not a pretty me.
Packed up and ready to move out! Finally.
These few next pictures were taken along Highway 200 in Northwestern Montana. One of the most scenic, beautiful routes to take!
Quote From the Road:
While the kiddos were passing the trash bag, Daddy said: “Do not put your brothers and sister in there! It is NOT easier to have another one than it is to finish raising you!”
Mr. Fat Squishy having a really bad hairday.
This route of nearly 2,000 miles usually takes us around 32-36 driving hours. This does not include one night motel stay. For this trip, we left Thursday evening and drove all through that night.
*cough* Let me be honest. Lowell drove through the night. I tried to snooze and keep all the six kiddos happy and not stepping on their brother who was sleeping on the floor.
Towards morning, I usually can relieve Lowell for an hour. Oh alright! So maybe it was only 45 minutes. Must you be so picky . . . Night driving and I get along like peanut butter and apple cider vinegar.
This little prayer chapel was at a rest stop somewhere in South Dakota. It was beginning to feel humid here and I knew it was only going to get worse the longer we headed east.
Derek and his little look-alike. Lowell says the genes have come full-circle.
One smiling face! Smiling faces are much better than grouchy ones when you must look at them in such close range for 32 hours.
He looks ornery, doesn’t he?
(Guess who he got to tease all the way to Indiana and back again?)
Isn’t it pretty? Especially with my window up and air conditioner running!
I like this picture.
These windmills are so huge and you don’t realize it until you are close to them.
Ok, that’s it for on the way there. You will have to wait for the next post to see how we surprised Lowell’s folks!
You don’t want to miss it . . . (psst, it includes a camouflage limousine). We named him Lizard.
Somebody shush me before I give it away!
Off to my weeds,