Now that I can say we officially live here, it's time for me to tell the story about how we got here (the 1st arrival), especially for those of you who did not follow Sack-Boy's updates on Facebook.
This is Sack-boy, He was made for us by our beautiful and talented friend Rachel Myers. He is a replica from "Little Big Planet" http://www.littlebigplanet.com/ ...super fun game. |
We love our Sack-boy |
So here it is, our journey from Raleigh, North Carolina to Salt Lake City, Utah: A picture story.
I had a grander Map photo in mind, but as I am a novice in the Bloggosphere, we will all have to deal, until I get better.
2,344 or so Miles. We stretched out the trip over 15 days, so it wouldn't be excruciating, although the leg between Quincy and Denver ended up being excruciating anyway (more on that later).
Day one began at Liz and Jake Winfield's house
in Fuquay-Varina, NC. We Said goodbye to Zack and Laura Hanlon in Holly Springs, then we were on our way.
I really wish we still had a picture of our "truck and trailer" at the very beginning, Im not sure where that one is. This picture would only be important in that you would be able to see how low we were riding, and I don't mean that in a cool gangsta kind of way. The trailer seemed to be pulling fine enough, so we decided not to worry about it.
Our 1st stop was in Murfreesboro TN. Where we spent two days with my oldest brother and his family attending track meets and community theater auditions, baking eclairs and getting very little sleep.
We stopped by in Saint Louis for a lunch date with friends. (yes there are very few pictures that have either Phil or I in them, but here's one with the both of us, oh and Sack-boy of course.)
We spent the next 4 days in Quincy with my parents, and the remainder of my immediate family. This was a special part of the trip because we got to meet Leila (our youngest niece) for the 1st time.
Instant Best friends! |
In order conserve days for camping once we got out west we drove through the night from Quincy to Denver. As you may well have guessed, we got little sleep that night too, but it was worse than that. My body decided to revolt and i battled a fever all the way through Kansas (and into our brief stay with Phils Grandparents in Denver). As if driving through Kansas wasn't torture enough, Phil had to stay awake and drive the entire night as I was incapable of either driving or sleeping.
Turns out Grandma Hoy is a good nurse (an entire day of sleeping didn't hurt either), and I was feeling better (better in a relative sense, I still had some sinus infection of sorts to deal with) in time for us to head into the Wild Wild West for some camping and photography.
Before we left, Grandpa Hoy tried to get us to rearrange our low riding load, but in the end we decided it wasn't worth it. So we headed into the mountains with high spirits, and unbenounced to us a very very low ride.
Silverthorne, CO is where we decided to stop for lunch. Im pretty sure God made us both hungry at the same time, this is apparent to me because all we had to see was the Chipotle sign, and we were off the freeway. As opposed to the usual, "Phil: Are you hungry yet" "Me:I guess" "Phil: what do you feel like eating?" "Me: i dunno, what do you want?" "Phil: I want you to tell me where we should stop." "Me: we should stop where you feel like eating." ...etc and by this time we have usually traveled 10 -15 more miles, and, not uncommonly, passed our last exit for food for another 45miles. Ahhh road trips.
Not this time though, this was one of those times when God provides, when all of your prayers for our safe travel were answered very graciously. You see, when we stopped for lunch, our trailer looked like this: