Today the boys and I drove up to Logan, Utah to visit my footprint leaver and her kids. As soon as I veered off the 15 I started feeling homesick. The rest of the drive, although much greener, reminded me of driving into Ramona, California. We passed rolling hills and cows and horses. When we finally got into the town, it was like a slightly larger version of Ramona had plopped itself down in northern Utah. I could almost smell La Cocina's delicious Mexican food beckoning me. Of course, there was no La Cocina. I wasn't in Ramona. It just looked like it. We had a great time visiting and our five hours there flew by much too quickly. Then we turned around and drove the hour and 45 minutes home.
Tomorrow, we'll drive an almost identical route on our way to Boise and then on to Eugene, Oregon on Friday. I'm not looking forward to 192 hours in the car with an almost three-year-old and an almost four-month-old. And okay, so it's not 192 hours but I get a different answer from everyone I talk to. I've heard anywhere from 13 to 16 hours. Since Spud will likely tire of staring at the back of the seat rather quickly and The Rock Star will have to go potty every 45 minutes, I'm anticipating a record for longest trip made from Salt Lake City to Eugene. Yippee. Ti. Yi. Ay. But I am looking forward to what I'll get to see on this trip. I haven't been through Idaho since I was nine. I've never been through eastern Oregon.
I may be out of commission for awhile. I'll try to post once or twice from Oregon but we are looking forward to getting away for a few days. I plan on pretending that lawyers and legal fees and adoption proceedings and birth fathers just don't even exist. I'm planning on simply vacationing with my family of four for the first time. Have a great upcoming week. See you soon.