. . . Kinda
Friday, the long awaited day of departure had come. Dad came home and it was time to go, but somehow six o'clock came and went, then seven o'clock, eight, and nine. By ten when we weren't ready to go still we decided to call it a night and stay in our own beds till morning. Honestly I think it was a good plan, Dad hadn't gotten more than ten hours of sleep for the last three days combined due to a craZy project at work he was trying to finish and then the car battery was giving us a bit of grief, so this is a lovely picture of Camilla and Jared looking quite ready to be done with all the packing.
We spent a lot of time figuring out how to organize the truck, wondering how to carry all the gear that we’d need but also have the things that we’d be using frequently readily accessible. Our solution was to buy drawers that stacked on the outside and left the inner truck for stuff like our backpacking gear we won’t need till the end of June.
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I’m pretty sure that he wore those stickers for the rest of the night. I don’t know if he just forgot about them or if he found them to be quite stylish. Either way I found it slightly hilarious.
Putting up the back draws step one.
Step Two
step three
... and step four
What we did instead of leave that night...
1. ate the inside of burnt pizza
2. made chocolate chip cookies
3. Got hair cuts
The next morning we hitched up the tent trailer and were ready to go. (This was also the last time I even thought about touching a blanket out side of bed!)
At last ready to set out.
Then we left at dawn, leaving the house alone to watch the sunrise.
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