We’ve finally made it! What a day (what a month!) it was. When we pulled out of Cincinnati there was a rainbow across the sky, as if all was well in the world.
Less than an hour later we were caught in a torrent – sheets of water slamming the windshield, we couldn’t see anything beyond the dashboard. The thunder was loud! White-knuckling while towing a camper is a real kick in the shorts, though Matt handled it with worthy aplomb. We pulled into a gas station to consider our options and jumped into water up to the ankles, dashing in to use the restroom (well, the shins for Finney). We were soaked through our clothes despite a front door drop off.
After another hour on the road the rain let up and all was fairly smooth sailing – albeit dragging on and on. This final driving day is the longest we’ve taken thus far, and the excitement only adds to our impatience.
I’ll skip ahead and tell you, for anyone that’s stuck with us this long and still reading, we’re here! We’re safe, we’re happy, and we’re settling in.
I insisted we go out to eat immediately upon arrival as I was in a celebratory mood. This was clearly too much for poor Henry after 6 + hours in the car. I chose poorly. Not in restaurant, the Sunny Point Cafe was exquisite. As a parent though, really, read the room sometimes right? Henry on his back on the ground arms akimbo, kicking his legs and yelling – not the first impression I was hoping for upon our debut. Oh Mylanta! (as my hair lady always says).
Rest assured he’s quickly made himself at home (exhibited here)
Matt is not a fan of Cottonelle, anyway. (Everyone has their cross to bear, Matt)
Because I’ve started to ramble, I’ll end this by mentioning how loved we have felt at our departure. So much warmth was exuded in sending us off by my mom and my sister, Cara, Hillary and Jim, the McKennas, Hans, Alan, Brooke, Logan’s, Lee and Carol, Steph and Matt, Jessica and Ross, The Bethurum’s, The Daily’s, Coppock’s, Aunt Peggy, Anna and Josh, as well as all dear ones who came to my mom’s send off party. I must mention, additionally, our realtors the Bissells – you won’t believe me when I tell you – they sent us off on our journey out of Oregon with a homemade waffle bar breakfast at their home, complete with all you can drink custom made lattes and fruit off their trees! They are truly one in a million – we appreciate you, Brett and Karen!
Hugs to you, Oregon. Love to you and yours. Until next time.
Oregon to Asheville 
Thomas and I scrolled thru all the posts. The boys are getting so big. It sounds like you had quite the adventure. So cool. It has been hot here and we are on constant fire watch. Although none close – fingers crossed.
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