Day one of our vacation to California. We FINALLY left Park City about 11:00 am. (Of course I was ready the night before.) Emerson had misplaced both of his coats, so we had kind of a test with that one. The first stop we made was at a gas station, Curt filled the tank while Emerson and I went inside. It was the coolest place. They had all sorts of junky knickknacks and the most interesting array of food. We didn’t really need to buy anything because I had packed sandwiches to eat along the way but they had a pretzel wrapped hotdog that was GIGANTIC (I will forgo all the jokes) and we couldn’t resist! This was the Flying J Truck Stop in Salt Lake so we really hadn’t made it very far, but I was already in the tourist mode!
The next stage of our drive was rather grueling. I watched one episode of Foyle’s War. It is sooo great, this is one of my favorite shows. We finally stopped in Elko for refueling and this is when Curt decided Emerson could get in some much needed driving time. (I have to admit, we haven’t taken him out driving much.)
I sat in the back seat with headphones and another episode of Foyle’s War and Curt sat up front to dole out driving instructions. I don’t know why, but Emerson likes to hug the right side of the lane which either means he is about an inch away from the rumble strip or if in an inside lane, scarily close to the big rig next to us. After about an hour and twenty minutes, Curt put an end to the driving lesson. GOSH, was I ever grateful. He told Emerson to pull over at the next exit, which was Golconda (somewhere in Nevada) and I can’t believe the t-post they line the freeway with are still standing in that particular area. Curt had to reach over and give a little help with the steering wheel because we were SOOOO close!
We are now in our hotel room, which is really nice, with 520 miles under our belt. I did forget my toothbrush however and just got a complimentary one from the hotel. It is so crappy that it is like trying to brush your teeth with a feather. Obviously, one should read their notes when packing and I think I will buy myself a new one tomorrow.
The next stage of our drive was rather grueling. I watched one episode of Foyle’s War. It is sooo great, this is one of my favorite shows. We finally stopped in Elko for refueling and this is when Curt decided Emerson could get in some much needed driving time. (I have to admit, we haven’t taken him out driving much.)
I sat in the back seat with headphones and another episode of Foyle’s War and Curt sat up front to dole out driving instructions. I don’t know why, but Emerson likes to hug the right side of the lane which either means he is about an inch away from the rumble strip or if in an inside lane, scarily close to the big rig next to us. After about an hour and twenty minutes, Curt put an end to the driving lesson. GOSH, was I ever grateful. He told Emerson to pull over at the next exit, which was Golconda (somewhere in Nevada) and I can’t believe the t-post they line the freeway with are still standing in that particular area. Curt had to reach over and give a little help with the steering wheel because we were SOOOO close!
We are now in our hotel room, which is really nice, with 520 miles under our belt. I did forget my toothbrush however and just got a complimentary one from the hotel. It is so crappy that it is like trying to brush your teeth with a feather. Obviously, one should read their notes when packing and I think I will buy myself a new one tomorrow.
3 comments:
Sounds like a fun day. How are you going to teach Emerson to stay a little further on the left?
Crappy toothbrush, 15 year old driver, & Foyle's War.
Sounds exciting.
Especially that HUGE pretzel dog. (although I've heard size doesn't matter)
have fun. Can't wait to hear more!
Sounds like so much fun. Been there done that on the driving. Take a loreazepam next time it works wonders. Were waiting for more updates
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