One week out from departure and i am seriously questioning not only my own sanity, but that of my fellow travelers - at least those above the legal drinking age. the four year olds lack any concept of time and have been asking nearly forever when we leave. occasionally this is accompanied by screaming. or crying. or just utter confusion. usually it is asked and then overlooked by the next shiny or fast moving object. the ten year old is likely the most sane of all of us, but may steer us in the direction of the creators of min**crap if given the option and a license. but seriously we leave in a week. to go careening down the interstate in a 35 foot rented RV that no one has yet driven. what does one bring for such an excursion? how do we secure our belongings? can we imbibe while this tin can home on wheels makes it way through the midwest into the desert? inquiring minds want to know. yet inquiring minds seemingly don't know much. except for the size of the beds in this mobile mansion. at this rate we will be camped out in the walm*rt parking lot eating microwave burritos from 7-eleven and hoping not to get assaulted by wild angry birds. but alas i have a feeling we will figure it out. or wing it. either way will work. i mean really it is only two weeks. or holy shazaam - TWO WEEKS!
what we do know:
- no dogs, cats, or other domesticated friends (we might be able to smuggle in a bear, but probably only a cub due to space concerns)
- seatbelts and carseats are required
- there are beds and wi-fi and tvs
- we can sleep in some parking lots, but apparently disposing of our sewage in their parking lots is not allowed (no matter what their business practices are like)
- we have a national park pass
- we each apparently have 5 feet of living space for two weeks. that seems small. really small.
- ear plugs are essential
what we don't know:
- how to drive this rig
- where we are going
- whose idea this was anyway?
T minus 7 days...
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