Friday, June 17, 2011


I can almost hear Clark Griswold: “Why aren't we flying? Because getting there is half the fun. You know that.”

We are getting ready for our annual trek to Montana. We leave next week and I haven’t even begun to think about what to pack for our 2 weeks there. I’ve checked the forecast and it seems that they are having cooler than normal temperatures  and the next 10 day forecast shows 8 of those days to be raining. Fun times.

I’m giving myself the pep-talk that this is going to be a great time. I do this every time because I’m prone to imagine all the horrors of a 20 plus hour drive in a truck with 2 adults and 4 kids and then cramming 2 families (4 adults and 7 kids) into a house that only has 2 bedrooms available for the guests. This year our drive up will be 1 young man lighter since Jacob bought himself a one-way airline ticket to Montana. He and his new cousin Brittany flew up on Monday the 13th. I’ve heard from my mother-in-law about him, and he is a “blessing” to her. She loves how he helps happily. I’m very proud of him right now.

I will be taking my crochet hooks and lots of yarn to keep busy on the drive. Also, my earplugs will be close at hand so I can block some of the radio sounds & road noise when I’m trying to sleep. But I’m trying hard to not think about that yet….

“Hey, hey, easy kids. Everybody in the car. Boat leaves in two minutes... or perhaps you don't want to see the second largest ball of twine on the face of the earth, which is only four short hours away?”

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