The odometer reading this morning read 1,237 miles, and it was 5:35am when I pulled the truck out the gate of our property.
At 4:30am the sweet little chiring of my bedside clock annoyed both of us up out of deep slumbers. I hit the snooze button and rolled over. Then my brain kicked into overdrive; was that button really a snooze button? I never used it before, if I fall back to sleep we will get going later than desired and then we will get caught up in that God-awful traffic that surrounds our nation’s capital. UGH! Damn. I am now awake. Time to crawl out of bed and drag my ass to the bathroom.
As soon as my feet hit the floor Hubs is starting his ascent up from sleepy-time, throwing the covers off almost violently. I am not alone in my too-damn-early annoyance.
This is our life of travel though and within minutes we have brushed our teeth and dressed, ready to finish packing up the truck for this latest of adventures.
The plan is to drive up the east coast to Prince Edward Island, Canada, then drive to the west coast of Canada, down to Seattle for a visit with my brother and his wife, east across Washington, down to Boise for a visit with a dear friend whom I haven’t seen in 25 years, then ping-ponging around the west and middle of our country trying to visit as many national parks as possible.
Four months. That’s the timeline Alan has predicted, with a spreadsheet, for this monstrous trip. The spreadsheet is impressive; (approximated) dates, target locations, how many nights we might stay, things to see at each location, miles to each location, and temperature lows and highs for the dates we anticipate being there. When printed it is four pages long. My husband is nothing if not thorough.
Not only did he create this fantastic spreadsheet but he also set up Google’s My Maps with the routes. It is overwhelming, in a giddy sort of way.
So we are on this road trip together with great expectations for some fantastic adventures.
