Well, we're home and Kolt is back to work. I can not believe how fast two weeks goes. Maybe it was because we drove it all, and then drove a ton once we got to Utah/Idaho, but man it seemed like it was over before it even started.
Leila was AMAZING on the drive. She pretty much slept the whole way up there and most of the way back. I couldn't have asked for a better little traveler. Even the dogs did really well, even though they were in the kennel the entire drive. In that aspect we were very lucky.
Everybody loved Leila and it seems like I hardly got to hold her at all while we were there. She's so lucky to have so many people who love and care about her. Everyone who was invited came to her blessing and we just had such a good time.
Being home made me realize just how much I miss living there. It's funny, before we left I was dying to leave and now that I'm gone I wish we could go back. I suppose that's usually how it goes. Moving around as much as I have my whole life, I tend to get bored after 3 or 4 years in one place, but there's just something about the Wasatch Mountains and the Cache Valley that feels like home in way no other place will.
Our drive home was rather interesting. We didn't get as far as we'd hoped to in the first day, only to the half way point of Albuquerque, NM. This lead to a LONG second day that was even longer than necessary. As Kolt and I were driving along in the middle of NM, we were about 50 miles outside of Roswell when I make the comment, "Geez, it seems like we're never going to get out of this state." Not one minute later a tire blows out on the camp trailer we were towing. Fabulous, now we have to stop and change the tire. Only problem is there is no wrench or jack in the trailer to do so. I called the Outdoor Rec dept on base where we rented the trailer from and asked where we could find it, and the genius says "Well I imagine in the back of YOUR car. Use your own wrench." Well that would be fine and dandy if our wrench fit those huge lug nuts, which it didn't. So we had no way to change the flat. We called our roadside assistance company and apparently no one in Roswell (which is the closest town) will change a flat on a trailer, so they have to send someone from Santa Rosa which is 90 miles away. All in all we spent about 4 hours on the pit stop. The only good thing that came out of it is they refunded us all of our money for the camper for the inconvenience.
It seems like there was a lot I wanted to write about the trip, but it escapes me. So I'll finish with some pictures. (I have yet to figure out how to format the pics and actually insert them where I want throughout the blog, so that's why they're all at the top....)
I know exactly what you mean about being homesick. I was just telling Sean tonight how much I miss our very first house in Podunk, SC. What I wouldn't give for that tiny little spot of land again! Actually, the land was almost an acre, it's the house that was tiny.
ReplyDeleteI don't think we would've ever appreciated it if we'd never left. But NOW, I would give anything to go back. I guess the grass is always greener, no matter what.