A few months back, my sister and I got an invite from our best college buddy (Dawn) to spend the weekend together out on Vashon Island. (Her Grannie lived in a house on the island for 36 years, and when she passed away a few years back, the entire, extended family decided to keep the house so their families could continue to spend time there and enjoy it.)
When we originally put it on the calendar, I made sure it was a date that worked for Josh's schedule and that it was during our two weeks with Courtney, (we share time with her mom, so we have her for two weeks and then her mom has her for two weeks) but due to some changes in Josh's work schedule and the schedule with Courtney's mom, it was just Cole, Yans and I who were able to make the trip.
And somehow, even though I didn't start packing until the morning of our departure, we were able to get on the road by 8:46 a.m.
By 9:34 a.m., we decided that road-trip snacks were in order.
And by 11:07 a.m., we were ready for lunch.
Actually, we weren't all that hungry yet, but there's a place in Oakland, Oregon called Tolly's that makes the best burgers and hand-cut fries you'll ever find (their buns are home-made) and as of late, I can't drive past the Oakland exit without stopping for one. (The goofy thing is that I'm usually grossed out by red meat...but not by the burgers from Tolly's or In-N-Out.)
That's Cole on the camera. (He took pictures of just about every Coke sign in the joint.)
And that's the back patio at Tolly's. (One of the waitresses asked if we had seen it before, and since we had not, she gave us a quick tour even though it was closed.)
And then our burgers were ready.
By 1:31 p.m., I needed a 5 Hour Energy drink to keep me going. (Driving makes me veeeeeeeery sleepy.)
And by 2:36 p.m., we were at a rest-stop, taking a potty break.
At 4:02 p.m., we were at Starbucks, getting drinks.
At 4:15 p.m., we were laughing about how 13 year-old Coley, looks almost identical to 5 year-old Coley. (Cole and Yans spent most of the trip reading through several years worth of my blog posts.)
By 5:21 p.m., we needed gas.
And at 6:09 p.m., we were stopped in bumper-to-bumper traffic, which seemed like the perfect time to have a dance-party. (That's Cole on the camera.)
And at 7:36 p.m., we arrived at my sister's house.
Somehow, I always manage to turn that 7.5 hour road-trip into a 10.5 hour trip instead. (More to come.)