After Nauvoo, we stopped in St. Louis and did the zoo.
Which wore Joey out.
Then we stopped in Omaha to catch a movie (Despicable Me) and eat good food from Brewburgers...a Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives feature. (When I die I want Conan to drive me across the country in an RV so I can eat everything I've ever seen on this show) I ate this:
Those are french fries drowning in Alfredo sauce, with bacon and chives.
I dream about them at night.
Then we headed to Mount Rushmore. and ate awesome ice cream.
Conan couldn't go with us all the way because of work, so we dropped him off in Great Falls to fly home (boohoo) and drove the rest of the way el solo. Just me and my GPS, who accidentally on purpose told me to take the wrong turn so we ended up driving an extra hour; no biggie. It was a beautiful mistake through the mountains. I kept stopping to take pictures like this:
To which I'd reply...I brought you here and I can leave you here, so leave me and my camera alone!
To which they'd yell...You have 50 million pictures already! It's just a boring mountain!
And I...Someday you'll appreciate this mountain! You'll have this picture hanging in your living room! Stop yelling at me!
To which the nice biker couple snapping photos a couple feet away would reply...Oh, they grow up so fast. Enjoy them sweetie.
And so I offered to take their picture in front of the beautiful boring mountain so they could send it to their grandkids to hang on their wall. Which really irritated the van load of whiny kids.
Our destination was only 35 minutes away from the battle of click and shoot vs. adolescence. My home and native land, where we spent 2 1/2 weeks of cool weather bliss.
We met Conan in Great Falls, he admired our tans, pointed out my awesome Canadian accent I always pick up, we hugged like crazy, and drove.
When you have 5 kids who need to go 2 different kinds of potty 5 times a day for 4 days, that's 5x2x5x4, which equals a lot of this:
ew. public restrooms. I will say, I love those Xelerator hand dryers. You know, those ones that blow so hard the skin on your hands look all creepy and the kids cheeks blow up and look hilarious when they put their faces under them like they're not supposed? love 'em.
right in time for those escaped convicts from Arizona to hide out there. We just barely escaped.
So that's it. Let's end this trip with the doughnuts.
Whew. That took forever.
“I was in Nauvoo on the 26th day of May, 1846,
for the last time,
and left the city of the Saints feeling that most likely
I was taking a final farewell of Nauvoo for this life.
I looked upon the temple and City as they receded from view
and asked the Lord to remember the sacrifices of his Saints.”
I'm still trying to edit and sort my 836 pictures and videos from our trip, and get used to making school lunches again. ugh.
So in the mean time, here's Andy and his sweet moves at the Great Canadian Barn Dance in Hill Springs, Alberta.
happy end of summer.