Wes paused long enough at the top of the driveway to ask again if we were forgetting anything. The duffel bags, backpacks, and extra shoes were all stacked behind the third row of our Suburban. Crayons, stickers, and extra rubber bands for the Rainbow Loom were tucked neatly away in seat pockets and carefully organized containers. There were way too many snacks, but like everything else, each had its own place.
For the first twenty minutes, Lyla sat back appreciating the whole adventure of cramming her mom, dad, and each of her siblings into the car for a seven hour drive to Boise. Life couldn't be better.
The drive down went relatively well, although the supply of stickers I brought to occupy Lyla dwindled dangerously low toward the end. We also made her cross her legs for the last 45 minutes, reminding her we were "almost there" at least half a dozen times. Man, am I glad that worked.
We are blessed to have some great friends in Boise- the Ricks and the Wadsworths- and we split our time between the two families.
On Saturday evening, we hiked out to a fishing spot with the Wadsworths.
With its wide open spaces and arid landscape, this part of Idaho offers a COMPLETELY different kind of beautiful than our own western Washington.
Shoes came off and hands dug in as soon as we got to the lake.
The further the sun sank into the horizon, the quicker the bait disappeared.
I am ashamed to say that it's been over twenty years since I've held a fishing pole. TWENTY YEARS! That is so embarrassing.
There's nothing like showing off the day's catch to reveal each of my children's personalities.
Yep. That last one scares me a little, too.
We spent Sunday morning eating the most delicious cinnamon rolls and watching general conference with the Ricks family.
By hour seven of our drive home, the inside of our car looked like a small explosion had gone off. I'd say it detonated somewhere near the Rainbow Loom- those little rubber bands were EVERYWHERE.
Our children's ankles were buried somewhere beneath a mass of empty chocolate milk containers, half-eaten bananas, and an unnerving amount of Cliff Bar wrappers. A nearly empty trash bag sat uselessly in the midst of it all- I did try.
It was a great trip...even if Lyla ended up in a thneed.
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