It’s been a few days since my last post. Partially because we’ve actually been quite busy, but mainly because I’ve had no signal. How dare they not put more cell towers in these mountains! Don’t they know that all those millennials camping down the road from us (the ones with their camper vans all parked in a circle like a mobile commune) need to post the selfies they took next our camper last night. I kid you not, these dirty hipsters took turns posing with a ukulele in front of the sunset. I’m sure by now they’ve found some local coffee shop to mooch WiFi off in order to post said selfies.
Anyway, back to what you’ve missed. Well Eyan broke in the new truck by puking all over the back seat. If you’ve seen the original Exorcist you know the scene. I swear he managed to get arch in the flow. That takes some serious pressure! Impressive distance from such a little guy. So yeah, that new car smell is overrated anyway. Who wants their car to smell like cleanliness for those first few weeks? Wouldn’t you much rather have a daily reminder of your child each and every time you open your car door? A faint reminiscent odor of that fateful day when you saw your child’s head turn in circles while spewing a vile liquid resembling pea soup. That’s love ladies and gentlemen. That’s when you know your kid means the world to you. At least that’s what I assume. I wouldn’t actually know, because when I open the door, all I can think is “could we just make him ride in the bed?” I mean, it has a cover, and if he blew chunks all over it, I could just hose it off, much like I wanted to do to him two days ago.
Other than that all we’ve done is hike, eat, read, sleep, ride a sweet coaster down a mountain, siphon water into our tanks, and mediate fights between our children. They say arguing with your sibling is good for kids, as it helps them develop conflict resolution skills that will aide them in their future marriage, or something like that. You get the idea. If that’s true, I’m convinced my kids will one day make excellent spouses. Their spousal arguments will be fast and efficient, leaving both parties thoroughly satisfied in the outcome. But seriously guys, the fighting. Holy fighting. As a youngest sibling I have to give Eyan some mad props. The boy has learned to push her buttons like a pro. #prouddadmoment.
We hit the road again in the morning, and should arrive at Crater of the Moon National Monument by lunch. Not sure if we will stay there for the night or simply take some millennial-style selfies in some craters befor journeying on to the lovely Sawtooth Mountains of Southern Idaho. If only I had brought my ukulele!
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