Utah or Bust: Road Trip Review

Here we go. I'll try to make this quick and painless...

DAY 1- Leaving Pennsylvania

The last view of HOME as we start our new adventure. Let us all have a moment of silence for Colony Arms apartments and their brown water and non-functional washers and dryers.

Feet up on the dashboard, wearing my favorite pair of jeans, kids are well behaved, things are going good... but it's only been an hour since we left. Then we realized Nate packed his wallet in our moving truck. We say a quick prayer that we don't get pulled over and call it good.
Meet my Dad. He likes to eat hot dogs and by the looks of it, it must be a good one.
Me and the boy.

Day 2- Pennsylvania to Ohio

When ever things are going good you have to throw in a bad so you can really appreciate the good. So, my Dad's tire on the trailer blew out.

Check out the tire. Not fun. Not fun at all.
Check out all the cars & trucks passing us as we sit on the highway fixing the tire. Not fun. Not fun at all.
Eventually the tire gets fixed and we are good to go.

Here are the kiddo's in their cars seats. They pretty much just looked homeless the whole drive to Utah. Same with their Mom.

Our new GPS= my new best friend

Day 3- Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, & Iowa

We start the drive with tornado warnings. Visions of the Wizard of flash through my head... I'm glad I don't live in the mid west. There's no place like home, there's no place like home.

Then things cleared up and we saw lots of this...
this...

and occasionally, we saw a little of this. (Macie's smiling because she figured out how to take her seat belt off.) Sure, she's cute. But don't let that smile fool you.

Just in case you're into trucking....
I get my kicks at...
Speed limits reads 75 mph...
We are holding strong at 67 mph. I don't recommend following a trailer across the country.
Here we are driving next to my Dad urging him to go at least 70 mph.

Day 4- Iowa & Nebraska

Not only do the wife and kids look homeless, but the husband does as well. Showering is overrated. (PS my husband doesn't usually where girl sunglasses. They just happen to be the only sunglasses available at the time... doesn't he look pretty?! I love you honey)

The tallest things in sight were the windmills. Not much else going on in Iowa.
...still nothing else too exciting going on.
Excitement found us soon enough when my Dad blew out another tire. Not quite the excitement I was looking for.
Still a lot of road left to cover...

Big bridge...
Big buffalo. Just when I was about to lose faith in Iowa and the lack of excitement we came across this awesome white trash wedding. I say that in the nicest way possible...
But honestly, what else would you call it when you see a big yellow bus pull up at a local gas station and out walks a bride, brides maids, and groomsmen all lighting up to have a quick smoke?... I LOVE IT! They sure know how to throw a wedding in Iowa.
Day 5- Nebraska to Utah

With no white trash wedding to keep me entertained I resort to taking pictures of my talented toes. I welcome you to try it as well. It's taken me some time to get my toes up to this level of control and poise.

-Thumbs up-

-Hang loose-
-High Five- or -Spread Eagle- (which ever you prefer)

The first sign of mountains. We're getting close to home. This is the point where the kids start asking, "Are we there yet?"... "Are we there yet?"...over, and over.......and over.
I never thought I would be so happy to see this sign!
We reached the great Salt Lake Valley... This is the place!

If you've made it this far through the post you're a saint. And if you thought that just reading it took a long time, just think of how long it must have taken to actually drive it.... way too long. That's for sure!