16 hours one way

We just got back...... again.
This summer has been non-stop.
Most of me likes it that way.
Me+My mom+my 3 kids burned up the road.
16 hours one way.
on a two lane highway.
through crazy ghost towns.
little Neveda Mining towns.
One of which we hunkered down for the night.
Most ghetto motel in America.
How we wound up there. I will never exactly know.
But we laughed so hard at it's ghettoness we cried.
And then feared for our lives a couple of times.
And laughed some more. It took the edge off a little.
We woke up early.
We got tired of sleeping on a box spring.
Next.
A stretch of 20 mile road that was basically like being on a roller coaster.
The hills were so steep your stomach dropped every time.
We were screaming and laughing and screaming.
The kids wanted me to go faster.
I did not want to bottom out...but I sped up a little anyway.
My mom screamed louder.
Then beautiful Yosemite.
Wished we could have stayed longer.
Next fields and windmills.
Then bigger and bigger cities.
And finally we saw the bay.
and then our final destination.
Palo Alto.
Home to my little sister.
yay!
We made it.
{Santa Cruz, CA 2010}