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We wake up and it is snowing. Quite a lot. Jackson is expecting 3-4 inches of snow. It’s time to roll up the carpets and head south. Dave is putting away some toys when suddenly he moans, bends over and lies on the floor. He has pulled something in his lower back. Jack goes up to him and says, “Daddy, your eyes went like this..” and rolls his eyes around. He does ice and takes some IB. He supervises while Hannah dumps the sewer stuff. He isn’t moving very fast. I fear that I may have to drive this beast.
After a few Motrin, a heat pack and some Chinese food, Dave is road ready and I breathe a sigh of relief. He isn’t cured, bu is functioning. I’d step it up in any other arena, but the last time I tried driving a big rig in Palm Springs, and got blown all over the road.
We drive through miles of beautiful countryside. The kids don’t care anymore, so we stop calling them out of the back. They only care how much farther to the next campsite. We see some more snow, then rain and then blue skies. We decide that Provo will be the stopping place. It really is beautiful here- with snow capped mountains in the backdrop, yet we step outside and it is warm and beautiful! We’re thrilled to be done with wet and cold. It was a treat for awhile, but we’re Zonies after all.
Our campsite is nestled into a lake, with cottonwoods all around. These aren’t the cottonless kind..so it actually looks like it is snowing as the wind blows. But it is warm. What we don’t realize is that this lazy lakeside locale is actually located next to a stagnant body of water. It isn’t until the next morning when we look at the fresh pulsating mosquito bites on the boys’ heads that we realize this. Oblivious, I pan fry catfish- I’ve learned to cook just about anything with a 14” skillet, as we didn’t want to buy a grill and there’s no oven on board.
I’m grumpy, so it is good to go to the laundry and do 4 loads of laundry. As I fold all of the jeans and long sleeves, I think…I won’t be seeing these for awhile!
After a few Motrin, a heat pack and some Chinese food, Dave is road ready and I breathe a sigh of relief. He isn’t cured, bu is functioning. I’d step it up in any other arena, but the last time I tried driving a big rig in Palm Springs, and got blown all over the road.
We drive through miles of beautiful countryside. The kids don’t care anymore, so we stop calling them out of the back. They only care how much farther to the next campsite. We see some more snow, then rain and then blue skies. We decide that Provo will be the stopping place. It really is beautiful here- with snow capped mountains in the backdrop, yet we step outside and it is warm and beautiful! We’re thrilled to be done with wet and cold. It was a treat for awhile, but we’re Zonies after all.
Our campsite is nestled into a lake, with cottonwoods all around. These aren’t the cottonless kind..so it actually looks like it is snowing as the wind blows. But it is warm. What we don’t realize is that this lazy lakeside locale is actually located next to a stagnant body of water. It isn’t until the next morning when we look at the fresh pulsating mosquito bites on the boys’ heads that we realize this. Oblivious, I pan fry catfish- I’ve learned to cook just about anything with a 14” skillet, as we didn’t want to buy a grill and there’s no oven on board.
I’m grumpy, so it is good to go to the laundry and do 4 loads of laundry. As I fold all of the jeans and long sleeves, I think…I won’t be seeing these for awhile!
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