So we've been goin' to sleep before 9:00, with all of us piled in the RV we need to settle in when Elias does. But tonight we're not in the rented motor home with the blown-up picture of Portland Headlight on the side-- a reminder of southern Maine, my first adult home. Tonight we stretch out in Grants Pass, Oregon, with Grandma and Pop, in the same well-tended home that warmed Nick when he slept in an Elias-size bed.
We arrived this afternoon after three and a half days of straight driving. A shock to our systems after spending our hours pedaling.
Just sitting.
And sitting some more.
And listening to the rattle of the stove-top, the squeak of the bench seat, the tortured growl of some unknown thing in the ceiling, and rocking with it all. Don't get me started about the rocking and the swaying, especially the day I made the mistake of sitting in the backwards seat for too long. Oh, I could go on and on with my complaints about the drive from Kaycee Wyoming to here on back roads that snaked over mountain passes but the thing is my three year old son did not complain. Not one tear or festering whine. Not one.
So I think I should just thank the road gods for delivering us safely and go to sleep with my husband. In a room with a door. And no ceiling two feet over our heads. Where I can't hear the rustle of my parents sleeping bags every time they shift positions. And they can't hear mine.
Glad you guys are there...and you finally have a bit of space. :)
Posted by: Kyla | July 07, 2007 at 07:49 AM