So…
We’ve decided to go on an RV trip to Yellowstone.
We packed.
And we know where we are staying.
Then we drove.
As soon as we got on the 15, we saw a lot of this…
The desert is lovely in it’s own way, and the vastness of empty land felt very big to me.
We had dinner at a McDonalds… in Vegas.
Par-tay!
Not really. We just stretched our legs then kept driving.
We drove from California, to Nevada, through a tiny tip of Arizona and ended up in St George, Utah. Four states on one day wasn’t bad at all.
Day 1 – Traveled 384 miles
In fact Brad and I were kind of cocky travelers. Then we pulled into the local Wal-Mart to park for the night. The kids were not cocky. They were cranky.
So we decided to have a dance party.
True story.
I feel like there isn’t much a dance party can’t fix.
(That’s some free parenting advice from yours truly.)
We survived the night in the Walmart parking lot and woke up refreshed.
When we told the children we were out of California, they could have cared less.
When we told them we were out of Orange County… their minds were blown!
We drove across more desert. This was my favorite sign…
Can you imagine being a runaway trucker out of control for almost 12 miles!?! Though if you are going 120 MPH, I guess it wouldn’t take long. It must happen often enough for the state to spend money on a GIANT sign, right?
Then we drove to one of the neatest places I’ve ever been.
True story.
Where? (you ask)
Well, you’ll have to come back tomorrow to find out! (I answer)