California

A friend of mine took me home with him for a little mini vacation. And besides a couple bumps and bruises along the way, I think the trip was a success! I fell in love with the town of Oroville. San Francisco convinced me that I want to move there (it was really easy! All it took was a trolley, a ferry, and a couple seals.) I hiked up to a waterfall, got a decent tan, ate my weight in cherries, and made some amazing new friends. Don't be surprised if I leave Provo as soon as I straighten a few things out. Because I'm in love. With California, that is.

The Rest of the Road Trip

Oh the road trip.

It had a few unexpected stops. Meaning the car broke down 10 miles out of Cheyenne on Saturday evening. But I can't even tell you how wonderful it all turned out. We called the local bishop to ask about a mechanic, and he invited us to stay with his family. They had the cutest children and twin 4 month old baby boys. Heaven!!! I am so impressed with the kindness and generosity of complete strangers. And, once again, I am so thankful for the church that I belong to.

We finally straggled into Provo late Monday night, where we were welcomed by the incredible Alligood family, once again. And it was good.

Road Trip: Days One and Two

Number of

miles driven: 667

skunk smells: 7 {mostly in Tennessee. Of course.}

skunk stories shared: 8

relatives seen: 6

pictures taken: at least 50

hours spent on the back porch: 5

fruit snacks eaten: 7

fruit snacks that I sang to: 3

weird looks that I got from Dennis: 124,503,490,368

romantic stories told: 1

incredible pictures found of my dad when he was my age: 1

video chats with Kenzie: 1

phone calls to/from Momma: 11

times we listened to the {500} Days of Summer soundtrack: 3

stops for gas: 2

stops for the bathroom: 3

wrong turns: 1