I woke up Friday morning and told Russ that I didn't really want to get out of bed, but if I did, I wanted to go somewhere. Russ is the spontaneous one in the family. I had a feeling he'd jump right on that bandwagon.
I was thinking of driving to Eugene for the afternoon. Russ was thinking of driving to the mountains for a long weekend. It's all good. We snagged inexpensive reservations at a condo (thanks to my brother-in-law) and were on the road by that afternoon. (I remembered several times before leaving why we never go anywhere.)
We haven't been anywhere in FOREVER. This was Lola's first long drive, and I wondered how she would do. She was an ANGEL. Not a single squeak out of her for two hours. The pass was clear. The boys and I did lessons in the truck. Russ had the foresight to get a take-and-bake pizza before we left, so we put that in the oven for dinner as soon as we arrived.
The nice thing about having a tiny house and never going anywhere, is that when we DO go somewhere, the boys think staying in a condo (bigger than our house) is a fascinating adventure and we don't have to have any activities planned. Just the fact that the condo had stairs up to the door, a doorbell, and empty closests was as good as Disneyland. (Okay, not quite.) They are so deprived.
So, we settled in, ate pizza, and watched Nanny McPhee Returns. Levi had a room to himself. It must have seemed too big because he slept in the empty closet.
Then we hit the grocery store for ice cream (to go with our rootbeer) and headed back to the condo.
More pictures soon.