I know that I am posting these vacation stories haphazardly. I also have a habit of thinking I'll get around to posting everything I want to, but then want to post something else and then never actually get around to the posting that I intended to do.
So, we were in Utah for our niece's wedding. The wedding was lovely and wonderful and a four hour drive south of the airport. And we had a 7:05 am flight the very next morning. And to top it off, Daylight Savings Time came into effect that same night, so it was more like having a 6:05 am flight. Ugh.
A few hours before the wedding an amazing blizzard blew through Southern Utah. Amazing like, I was looking out the window and there was no snow on the ground. Then I blinked and there was more than an inch there. Not even kidding.
We were a little worried, but understood that the storm was pretty much isolated to Cedar City and a little bit north. So, we left the wedding reception at 9 pm, thinking we would arrive to my parents' house in Utah Valley by midnight and get a few hours of sleep and head to the airport.
Well, the blizzard was most definitely NOT isolated to Cedar City or even Beaver. It was awful! Bria, who must have been exhausted, stayed up the first three and a half hours of driving because she was so worried about the storm. She is my worry-wart, and I guess if we were going to die she wanted to be awake for it. Not like I could have slept, either. Even though I didn't drive the worst of it, I had pretty white knuckles myself. Going over the mountain passes was awful, especially at Manderfield, and at one point there was a jack-knifed semi blocking the road. Absolutely insane. We averaged about 25-40 miles an hour most of the way to Fillmore (100 miles), so it took us the 3 1/2 hours to get there.
Once we arrived in Fillmore, we took the normal potty breaks and then decided to try and sleep for a while. Joel slept. I tried. Bria chattered. She was still very worried and the snow was still going strong. After about 30 minutes we started driving again, and by Scipio the snow was mostly gone. (I apologize to all of you reading this who have no earthly idea where Fillmore and Scipio and Cedar City are...here's a map for your reading enrichment.)
But I digress. We finally arrived at my parents' home in Orem at around 2:35 in the morning. Which was now actually 3:35 in the morning. I ended up not sleeping at all, because I couldn't and just talked with my mom until the alarm went off at around 4:45. We left to go to the SLC airport a little after 5 am and by the time we checked in and went through security our flight was boarding.
I don't sleep well on planes, but I tried. Joel and the kids seemed to all sleep pretty well. Our flight was to Chicago and there we had an extremely tight layover, which was made tighter by a problem with getting taxied to our gate. But we made it. Barely.
A quick jaunt over to Green Bay and then we had to drive another 4 1/2 hours to get to our house. Halfway there, I conked. But only for about 30 minutes because I really can't sleep in moving vehicles. Heck, I often can't sleep well in my own bed. So I slept in the car while Joel took the girls to the bathroom and bought them snacks and such. Once the car was moving again I had to wake up, but I did find my second wind.
We made it home safely, although soundly is somewhat debatable. What with the Daylight Savings change and having spent the week prior in a time zone that is two hours behind us, I have still not figured out what time it is. And then there's the fact that all three of my daughters completely dissolved in tears as soon as we walked in our front door. Apparently they hate living in Michigan, they hate our house, they just want to live in Utah again and why did we have to move here anyway? This lasted for a while. A couple days, actually, since they would come home from school all emotional. They really do love their grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins and it is all rather sad. All of you come out and visit us this summer, you hear?
But please, nobody decide to get married anytime soon, because our track record with attending weddings and then having nightmarish driving episodes on the way home is now two for two, and I don't think I can do it again for at least ten years!
Have a wonderful weekend!