The prospect of being trapped in a car with your family for 10-12 hours is always a daunting proposition. But I have to admit, compared to the my childhood of "speeding" at 60 miles an hour with nothing to entertain us but license plate bingo from McDonalds, my kids have it easy.
Thoroughly entertained with iPads, movie players and whatnot, the boys barely even noticed the journey to LA as we sped down the I-15 at an easy 80 mph.
Kelly drove.
And I watched the stunning beauty that is Utah go by.
And played license plate bingo in my head.
We stopped for lunch in a town with a sense of humor: Beaver.
Yes, I giggled like a 13-year old boy when I saw this sign.
Soon enough we had dipped into Arizona and the boys were told to turn off all electronics and just look at the beauty in the Virgin River Gorge.
The canyon gave way to the desert.
And like some garish mirage, the desert belched up Vegas.
We kept driving. Stopping in Barstow at Chipotle for dinner. I awkwardly stood in the very small men's room waiting patiently for Niko to do his business, while other patrons gave me the fish eye. Ah, the joys of parenthood.
As night approached, we rolled into Santa Monica and our home for the weekend. None of us worse for the wear. We were ready for a good's night sleep and for vacation adventure to begin!
Next installment: Utah boys in the City of Angeles.
Don't forget, on your childhood travels, there were 8 of you in a sedan that may or may not have had air conditioning. Your boys have it made!
ReplyDeletePS, Be sure and let the boys know that Beaver is the birthplace of none other that Butch Cassidy!
Looks like fun!