Yep. It's got a hashtag now.
After we cleared housing, cleared Fort Lewis (JBLM), and collected Kenai from the Bullimore's, we hit the road for Crescent City, CA. LeighAnne had some time behind the wheel in Oregon, driving up and down a few mountains in an SUV with a topper while competing with the semi trucks. Girl got skillz.
We rolled into Crescent City, CA around 9ish at night. Our reservations were for a cabin at a KOA. Not having to pitch a tent in the dark and 2 rooms...one with a double bed, the other with 4 bunks was perfect. Kenai had some freedom and we were all happy to fall into our sleeping bags and restore ourselves. It was a good nights rest. Before we packed out the next morning, we headed into town for a great breakfast at Vita Cucina. Breakfast sandwiches were too much to resist...we may go down in their books as the family that ordered everything.
After loading up we drove up and down and up and down and left and right and right and left and around until we were firmly settled into all things redwoods. And then LeighAnne drove through a redwood....
America is unbelievable.
Then we got back on the road and drove up and down and around and around and around. We were so busy driving we failed to get lunch. By the time we hit Westport, CA, we were out of gas, out of love, out of energy and out of connectivity. None the less, we set up camp right next to the Pacific Ocean (or at least close enough for this moma to still be able to have a potty nearby. A personal favorite...as I'm in my fullest pity party moment, I'm heading into town with the boy to pick up hamburger buns and chips. I'm pissy as all get out and we pull up to the local "grocery" only to find the local post office.
After loading up we drove up and down and up and down and left and right and right and left and around until we were firmly settled into all things redwoods. And then LeighAnne drove through a redwood....
America is unbelievable.
Then we got back on the road and drove up and down and around and around and around. We were so busy driving we failed to get lunch. By the time we hit Westport, CA, we were out of gas, out of love, out of energy and out of connectivity. None the less, we set up camp right next to the Pacific Ocean (or at least close enough for this moma to still be able to have a potty nearby. A personal favorite...as I'm in my fullest pity party moment, I'm heading into town with the boy to pick up hamburger buns and chips. I'm pissy as all get out and we pull up to the local "grocery" only to find the local post office.
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