Last night we had to go pick up our kiddos from a long visit at Grandpa and Grandma's house. (my parents, not E's) Anyway, we had never tested to see if the three carseats would fit in his Jeep so we had to take the minivan. We had just driven to McCall and back in the Jeep and it was a piece of cake. No sliding, nothing.
The van was a different story. After we got away from the towns and were out on the open road it was a nightmare. The visibility was horrible and the road was slick. A couple of times when we had to go uphill I could feel the tires not getting traction and slipping.
On the way home the kids were like, "This is fun! Look at the snow!" and Ethan and I were like "Please don't talk. We love you; we're happy to see you . . . but please don't talk right now."
The whole ordeal made me think of the people who first settled out here in the west. I can't imagine trying to brave this kind of weather in covered wagons. It blows my mind. I think next time . . . we'll just leave our little ones with Grandpa and Grandma for one more day. :)
2 comments:
At least it's pretty. And most of the pioneers tried to be here well before the winter came, except a few very sad stories of some getting caught in early winter. Makes ya feel very blessed for our modern conveniences. Glad your back safe!
Glad you guys made it safe and sound.
Hey - did you get my comment on an older blog post over a week ago about nursery?
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