The 2007 Sweaty Car Odyssey is in the bag and
everyone came through it more or less whole.
Highlights of the trip:
It was 100 degrees just after lunch as we drove through Reno. It was quite windy, with dark rain clouds. Chas saw lightning. There was a large dust storm off to our left, and several dust devils to our right. We experienced Reno's entire annual rainfall in a few minutes, which was approximately 347 fat raindrops.
Fires closed highway 395 in Nevada. We heard it was open again the next day, but we opted to jog over to I-95 instead. We went past the world-famous bristlecone pines (the oldest living things on earth, other than Bob Barker) without stopping.
Photo stolen from Christmas w/a K on Flickr
Sparky, day one: "When does vacation get to be over?"
"Hmmmm, were your headlights on back there? 'Cause you don't seem to have any tail lights."
Sparky, upon arriving in Las Vegas: "Can we go home now?"
I nearly broke my middle toe while trying to take a picture of Mantel Man with his "Happy 40th" diaper on his head. In my haste to scoot my chair quickly to get the shot I forgot that I was on large tiles, and the chair dumped me onto Chas's lap. Trying not to look too buzzed I righted the chair and snapped the picture, only realizing at that moment that I had put the chair down onto my own toe while still seated. This is the picture -- was it worth it?
No moonings to report . . . this time.
Arriving in San Clemente at Chas's mom's house, the girls were delighted to see Uncle Mike's pickup in front. "He must have come by to feed the cat," we thought, because Mike was feeding Chas's mom's cat while she and Bob were on vacation in Europe. Chas and Smedley went right in, and I stayed behind with Sparky, who had seen the rabbits nibbling the flower garden. Watching the rabbits intently, I became aware through my peripheral vision that the front door had opened, but when I turned my head I couldn't get my brain around the sight: Chas's mom and Bob were standing in the doorway, clearly NOT in Europe. Big problems with their trip which I won't go into, but suffice to say it was their loss but our gain because we got to see them this vacation.
We had lunch at The Fisherman's on the pier as we often do. I think I like that part better than the beach, even.
Photo stolen from sosidesc on Flickr
The girls made the whole trip -- 1580 miles -- with a small bag each of little tiny dolls, one stuffed animal apiece, and a stack of books. Very little arguing or fighting, surprisingly little whining, even, considering their typical whinefests. They are real troupers.