On the road AGAIN

I am a worry wart and I am thankful to post that the drive to San Diego went without a hitch - no thawed out bison(praise God!), no crashes, no tire blow-outs, no break-downs, no run-away trailers, no one broke in and stole our things OR the bison, and we didn't lose any kids at the gas stations. Those are just some of the things I have nightmares about before these trips.

We hit some really strong winds in Idaho - the girls had to literally hold their skirts down so that they would keep from flying over their heads as they walked from the car to the gas station. That was quite a sight. We stayed in SLC, Utah (one of my favorite cities in the U.S. and no, we are not Mormon. It is my alma mater - go Utes!). Utah was and is beautiful. Day two began with lovely weather and the worst part of the drive. Vegas was - well, Vegas..... and hot.....and crowded. That's where the culture shock starts. We hit Corona, CA (beautiful!), breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped at Rubios for fish tacos. Yahoo. All along the road we listened and analyzed music (well, Josiah and I did) and listened to books on tape (Dandelion Fire by ND Wilson was the book of choice for the trip down). Once again, our adopted family, the Curles', extended their precious hospitality to us for the visit and we arrived ready for a grand adventure. We weren't disappointed.