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Road Trip

So, lets see. I've pared down our road trip from 3 1/2 weeks, to 2 1/2 weeks, but that's still a long time to be in the car with four (perhaps five) children.



We're leaving a burly house sitter here at our home. He loves cats, dogs, and shotguns. I think things will be fine.

However, that still doesn't make me feel all warm and cuddly about this trip. I take that back. I do. In fact, if I had my way, I'd stay on the road for the entire summer. However, I'd only do that if it was only my hubby and I. I'd take the children, but they'd have to know that there would be consequences to their actions and/or verbalizations while on the road.

We are going to Idaho, Utah, Nevada, California, Oregon and then back home to Washington. We're staying with friends and family the entire time, except for probably two nights somewhere in California or Oregon.

I hope to show the children parts of the Redwood Forest in California and the Seal Lion Caves on the Oregon coast. So much to see, so little time.

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  1. Hope you'll stop at Trees of Mystery - it's always fun - and say hi to Brookings for me. :)

    Sounds like fun to me!

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  2. Where are the Trees of Mystery located? In the redwoods??

    And while I'm thinking about it, where is the OFF button on the kids so I can hit it while I'm driving? :grin:

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  3. And on another totally unrelated subject... I can NEVER EVER get the word verification words right on the first, second and sometimes even THIRD try.

    I swear I'm not as stooopid as that makes me sound.

    Or not.

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  4. Pammy, I swear I will not allow your stupidity to come between us. God I'm feeling positive this morning.

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  5. You've some beautiful natural places in the States. Often forgotten about by the rest of the world as most people think of only Disney World and Vegas as possible holiday destinations.

    Are we there yet? Are we there yet?

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  6. Tom, nothing will come between us, my love. Well, your marriage, my marriage, thousands of miles and perhaps that thing you once did with Heather McCartney, but other than that, we're a go.

    Hardhouse ~~You are so very right. There are some amazingly beautiful places here in the states and I hope we are able to spend some time seeing them.

    Anna ~~Oh that I coud. However, driving + drugs = big mess.

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