Don't worry, Mister Man.
I don't quite know what happened, either.
And as it happens, so was FG.
Either she was afraid we were never coming back (a completely rational fear, by the way), or she just assumed we were drastically underpacked (which we were), but in any case she came to The Gateway with BFK and New One in tow. Also with them- three small lanterns, Bananagrams, swim diapers, coloring books, the Royal Wedding catalogue, and an Official Playboy Bunny camping chair. The fabulous FG-beautifying the world, thirty glow bracelets at a time.
Anyway, the next day we packed ourselves in the car and headed off-three hours late-for the adventure of a lifetime. Landed in a fancy-schmancy suite in Kearney, and the three young ones were so excited that they didn't sleep until at least 2.
First hotel, and they already hogged the bed. Nice.
The next morning, I woke up with what turned out to be a double ear infection, the cooler emptied itself on the highway, and the twins would NOT fall asleep. But we made it to Rocky Mountain and were out cold in an hour. And so it began. More later!
Love it! And yes I was very concerned. But the stories, the photos and the memories that you have created as a family was waaaaaaaaaay worth it. Of course, Fairy Godmother wouldn't be caught dead camping. But it is nice to know that there are people in this world that I can count on to show me how, should the Zombie Apocalypse happen. I'll bring the bracelets!
ReplyDeleteLovely view of the trip and so far very positive. Keep writing MurrB.
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