Delirium sets in.

I want to start off by saying that when the kids and I went to Spokane last month, I drove straight through 20 hours. We stopped for gas, food and bathrooms and thats it. I did have a moment of feelin tired, but then I realized I only had 6 more hours to go and that all went away. 6 hours from holdin little Dylan!

Now, here we are almost 36 hours later and I'm exhausted. Our original plan was to go all the way up I-5 to Seattle and then head over to Spokane. More gas stations, more food, more rest stops, more familiar in case of a trailer malfunction etc. It took so long to get the trailer thing handled that we decided to go out across Oregon the way I had gone before. I warned Darrinn that it is a long, uneventful, winding, drivin through lots of small towns so you gotta slow down, not enough passing lanes so you get stuck behind semis, few rest stops, few restaurants, seemingly endless drive. He was up for the challenge.

We arrived in Biggs Junction around 930 Sunday night. Darrinn was the first to admit that was an awful route to take, I was absolutely right. We got out and ate at the restaurant. (yuck) We discussed continueing on through the night. I opted for the hotel next door. They had one more room available. Done!

It was a harvest moon and it was absolutely amazing, but we could not get the camera to take a good picture of it. Perhaps it was the 60 mile an hour winds blowing us. Oh and maybe all the sand blowing in the 60 mile an hour winds. I don't know...

I was asleep before anyone. Watch tv, I don't care. Darrinn slept in the truck that night. We couldn't park close to the room and he was worried about all the stuff in the room and it bein a truck stop and all. Who knows what goes on when no one is looking. I am on to him though... in the truck he has peace and quiet, no snoring, teethgrinding, coughing, tooting kids. : ) (I forgot giggling after the tooting)

We awoke early and were back on the road after the usual gas, fast food breakfast and coffeeee.

We arrived in Spokane around 11am I think. Dylan was on the porch waiting. He is such an angel. I thank God everyday for him. And Megan and Taylor and Patrick. And Dru. He was a trooper through the 1100 mile journey, both 1100 journeys for that matter. Those kids never once threw a tantrum about being in the car. They slept, played, ate and just had fun the entire trip.