I drove the mini-van with Christina as co-pilot, two kids in the first row and Josie in her kennel in the back. All the kids took turns riding in the truck with Jared. The Penske was a joy to follow - this was our view for 3 days. I especially liked that it topped out at 70 mph and any incline reduced speeds drastically. Parley's Canyon was probably the worst - 35 mph the whole way.
The kids did all sorts of funny things along the way: peed in their carseats 4 or 5 times, spilled drinks and snacks, threw toys at each other and made a wide array of entertaining noises in order to prevent me from falling asleep. I don't know what I would have done without them. A HUGE thank you to my awesome friends who hooked us up with candy, books and the very best of all - a car bag filled to the brim with awesome coloring books, treats and markers. Thanks to the Jones gang for such a cute bag (I wanted a picture of all the cute hand decorated bag, but I can't find my camera). Here are our fabulous travelers:
The AC in the Penske died in Kentucky and so Jared rode the last day with his windows down, catching bugs and enjoying the 100 degree heat and humidity.
Also in Kentucky we happened upon a flock of cicadas that sent my kids (and Christina) into a fit like none I'd ever witnessed before. I'm sure the locals who witnessed the screaming, crying, swatting van load of Utahans were highly entertained. Honestly, I had never seen anything like it - Josie ate like 8 of them in 60 seconds and they were dive bombing us as soon as we opened the van doors.
Ryan was wearing an old pair of khakis one day with a hole in one knee. The boredom got the best of him and by the time arrived at our first rest stop, he had ripped them from the waist band to the hem. With every rip, he let out a very satisfied "Yes!".The most we can say about this cross country move is that we survived. We promised each other that we would never move our selves like that again.