Our staycation finally came to an end. We left Friday for a week with my siblings in Utah. We don’t take very many long drives, so twelve hours in the car in one day was a feat for us.Elodie and Madeleine were pretty good sports. Elodie asked, “Are we at Grandma’s house yet?” when we were still in Portland. She asked the question about a dozen more times.
Madeleine kept asking, “Are we out of Idaho yet?” I was very happy when we could answer yes.
Camille had the most difficult time during the drive. She wasn’t entertained by movies or coloring like her sisters were. On top of that, she was exhausted from her early wake-up call. This all somehow contributed to Camille being obsessed with milk during the drive. After she finished the small amount we bought for breakfast, she cried uncontrollably. Camille just couldn’t get the concept that we didn’t HAVE more milk and thought we were holding out on her. We finally loaded up on milk at a gas station, and she kept guzzling. Oops. When we stopped for dinner, Camille lost it all. Fortunately, I was almost in the bathroom when the curdy stuff made its way back up.
Even with that adventure, we made good time. We missed the morning traffic in Portland, we hit very little road construction, and we avoided any deer crossing the road. With only brief stops for gas and bathroom breaks, we plowed through until we got dinner at 5:00 p.m. We stopped in the megalopolis of Snowville. We only had three options for dinner, and we opted for the very authentic diner experience. The girls hopped right up to the counter and thoroughly enjoyed the gritty food and atmosphere.
Even with our lengthy dinner break, we still made it to Salt Lake ahead of schedule. We made a pit stop at the airport to pick up my sister and then crammed in the car for the last hour of the drive.
Overall rating: 7 out of 10.
5 comments:
I'm intrigued by the idea of "rating" your experiences. Maybe I should add that to my own repertoire.
I'm going to rate every day of our vacation. :)
I can't believe how grown up Camille is looking. Sob...said the grandma. By the way, when Chris was about Camille's age, he upchucked several pints of grape juice at Church. I felt sorry for him, but the thought crossed my mind, "what was his mother thinking." Ps. I am ready to go to the diner.
wow, a 7 out of 10 for a roadtrip. that is amazing. i thought that just being a roadtrip it couldn't get over a 4 or 5. (especially with the barfing!)
I think my expectations were pretty low.
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