A measly 35 hours. Is that all? From Uncle Dave's house in Saint Louis, to our new home in Scottsdale. We jam-packed the cars with boxes and laundry baskets from which we had been living out of for the past 34 days. We said our prayers for both cars to make it and at 4:05 a.m., we hit the road. Made it all the way to Springfield before stopping for breakfast. So far, so good. By the time we hit Amarillo , I was sweating a bit. My check engine light was on and I was refusing to turn on the air conditioning. Sort of my warm-up for living in the desert. We stopped for a full-service oil change, which made me feel a little better. Finally, after 18 hours on day #1, we stopped overnight in Albuquerque.
On Tuesday, we broke up the monotony of driving and stopped at meteor crater. Holy science nerd! Pretty cool, I must say. Here is a picture of our nephew, Corey, sitting atop the rim.
Once our drive hit Flagstaff, AZ it was all downhill from there...literally. I'm pleased to say, we made it to our new house. Minimal fighting, no air conditioning, no speeding tickets, and no accidental detours. Pretty amazing. Oh, and I spotted liscence plates from 39 different states and Mexico.
If you are like my aunt, and need a detailed log of our trip, here they are. Day 2 I was slacking a bit.
On Tuesday, we broke up the monotony of driving and stopped at meteor crater. Holy science nerd! Pretty cool, I must say. Here is a picture of our nephew, Corey, sitting atop the rim.
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