For Thanksgiving, we drove to Boise. On our way through Ogden something sharp hit and gashed the front tire. We pulled into a parking lot on a total flat and called Les Schwab. (We had taken out the spare tire to fit all the luggage. Argh!) It took about an hour and half playing in a parking lot before we got back on the road. It was fun throwing rocks down into the sewer and hearing a delicious plop! Chasing and being chased around the parking lot and singing. Actually, in years to come, it will be a favorite memory of mine. The kids and I- with nothing but time to play. Nate, calling around and working on our tire.
|Serving time on the side of the road because we made room for swim gear, a crock pot, extra blankets and winter gear. All my kids are pictured, can you find them?|
|Doing all he can to keep his temper in check waiting for the man|
|Fighting the bag of potato chips from CC was one of our favorite past times while waiting for a new tire|
|If you know our family, there are 2 of Amys girls, 1 is Natalies, 1 is Leahs and 2 are mine. Families are so amazing. The rat pack of girls cousins all about the same age.|
|These were the game players, there were also the older cousins, trampoline jumpers and video gamers. And babies of course.|