Upward Over the Mountain

The road trip chronicles continue. Don’t worry, they're winding down now.

Omaha, NE

Somewhere in middle America, we stopped at a lovely, new Hampton Inn for the night. New, but lacking a bathtub. Owen was quickly bathed in the sinking. He loved hanging on the faucet. It looked like his own little mini Jacuzzi. He was starting to sleep better and better, which makes such a difference.

Throughout our entire trip, Zach had unloaded and reloaded everything. Thanks to how jam packed our sweet little Camry was, this meant he had to unload everything, in order to get to the Pack and Play. So even if we were staying somewhere for one night, the entire car was unpacked and packed again. I felt bad being useless, but as neither an engineer with the ability to fit luggage in like Tetris nor one without a baby constantly on my hip, I very rarely helped him. In Omaha, I decided to be a big help when we were getting ready to leave in the morning. I went and got a luggage cart, and when I returned. Zach just laughed and laughed at me. “Way to help, Anna.”

I didn’t see what the problem was. I just stopped to get some more breakfast on the way back to the room.

Laramie, WY

The next day, we reached Laramie. All of the hotels were expensive, for some reason, in this small, somewhat desolate western city. We managed to find a quiet, lodge-style hotel with warm cookies and coffees with flavored syrup. Owen swiftly snatched a cookie out of my hand and got chocolate all over himself. We were tired of eating on the road, so we went to a nearby Walmart and got a rotisserie chicken, mashed potatoes, rolls and microwaveable corn. What now, Boston Market? It was a wonderful meal, and we enjoyed a restful stop.