In order to implement some interior social distancing for our own sanity, we loaded up a 15 passenger van for a long road-trip recently. After a two week pre-quarantine, grabbing our masks, Lysol, and hand wash, and packing up, we hit the road with our own row of seats each.
And navigating that big thing through a hail storm on the way was not on my list of relaxing vacation ideas.
We stopped one night at a hotel after waiting patiently for Patric to go in first and hit the whole place with Lysol before settling in.
Drive-through dinner in the North!
On the way back, on the road trip list of not interested in--early morning fog in Indianapolis.
And driving around the over-turned tractor trailer, seeing the 40 foot RV in a ditch, and various secondary accidents was certainly not in the plans. After screaming at our on-the-brink-of-becoming-drivers to wake up and witness what can happen, we said a prayer for everyone that morning.
Nick did not have a hard time falling back asleep.
This has been my posture for many years now.
(Current)
Although my hair has turned a touch more grey over the years.
(a decade ago)
Roadside attraction on the way home.
The Mothman Museum in West Virginia.
Ben was super excited, the mask just hides it.
Mothman: the Big Foot of West Virginia
Adorable--my girls had to hold hands with the statue for the picture.
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