(Note: It is a week after we came home from our two week trip.)Can you image David and I took our turn driving for 12 to 14 hours straight South for two days? On the first day, David drove from Oak Harbor, Washington, the far Northwest of Washington to the bottom of Oregon. The reason why of having him driving all the way down because I was not sure if there was any icy road. In fact, there were lots of slushy roads except for the Highway Five. At nine p.m, we got into our hotel in Medford, Oregon. In Medord, it was frigid !
As soon we got into Mountain Shasta, we were awed seeing so many beautiful white mountains and trees. David took his time driving down on a Highway 5 to get into the state of California. When we finally entered in Redding, California, there was no snow on the way back home. Thus, it was my turn to drive longer hours.
Again, we left bright and early morning for home. David started the gear because we knew there would be lots of snow at Mountain Shasta. While he was driving south Oregon to go over Mountain Shasta, the sun was facing toward. It bothered David's eyes. He had a brilliant idea by covering his cap over his right eyes while driving on a freeway in Oregon.
As soon we got into Mountain Shasta, we were awed seeing so many beautiful white mountains and trees. David took his time driving down on a Highway 5 to get into the state of California. When we finally entered in Redding, California, there was no snow on the way back home. Thus, it was my turn to drive longer hours.While I was driving, David was doing his own camera experiments. He took several pictures of himself and the boys. Dylan and Ryan could see their father taking them pictures from his camera.
He also took pictures of me driving the last three and a half hours on the road before we finally hit the jackpot: Home. Sure, my mind kept telling me "Being patience, you are almost there!" 
How could I be patience when we were in Burbank, California at eight thirty P.M. ? That mean we finally got home at 11:30 A.M. after leaving at 9 A.M. from Medford, Oregon. It sure felt so good to be home safe and sound.
He also took pictures of me driving the last three and a half hours on the road before we finally hit the jackpot: Home. Sure, my mind kept telling me "Being patience, you are almost there!" 
How could I be patience when we were in Burbank, California at eight thirty P.M. ? That mean we finally got home at 11:30 A.M. after leaving at 9 A.M. from Medford, Oregon. It sure felt so good to be home safe and sound.
3 comments:
Going home ALWAYS takes longer than it does to get to where you were going to start with.
I'm so glad that you took your vacation and spent part of it with us!
Cute pictures. Shasta is Beautiful even in the summer. It will help reinforce the boys memories of this trip when they are older.
Bruce and I had thought about retiring in ashland/Medford area. We liked the town and the community, but neither one of us wanted to live in that kind of climate ( very hot in the summer and very cold in the winter) as we got old.
You are lucky you left for home the day you did. A day later Interstate 5 was closed north of the Oregon border due to the snow and flooding. You would have been stuck in Seattle for a while ( bet that would have brocken your hearts).
Mom/CC
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