*Today will be our fifth day on the road. Although it's mostly gone smoothly, we're all ready to be out of the car.
*I'm starting to lose track of where I've been. I've taken a lot of pictures, but otherwise it's a big blur.
*I've also seen a lot of places that I wouldn't want to live in. Sorry Kansas and Wyoming.
*Kansas was, by far, the worst part of the drive. It went on forever and it was filled with a whole lot of nothing. We were driving through Kansas for 7 hours, but it seemed like about 12 days. I did get a first ever glimpse of a wind farm, which oddly, I found fascinating and gorgeous:
While in Kansas, we reached our half-way point. I looked around for something to take a picture of. Sadly this was all I could find:*Also in Kansas, I actually saw a tumbleweed. I wish my camera had been out so I could have snapped a shot of it, because it seemed pretty comical to me. But, it tumbled by too fast.
*The night before last, we never made it to Denver. The kids were getting antsy so we decided to stop at the next "big" town we saw. We had been seeing signs for a place called Limon, Colorado so we figured it had to be a pretty sizable place. We realized how wrong we were when we got off the interstate and saw an old man driving his riding mower to the general store. Word of advice for fellow travelers: Don't stop in Limon. Just keep on truckin' to Denver, it's only an hour away.
*The next day we stopped at a Starbucks in Denver for breakfast. Never in my life have I been so thankful to see a Starbucks. We spent close to $40 there.
*Yesterday I hardly took any pictures at all which is a shame because I saw some beautiful mountain ranges. I blame Kansas for sucking the life out of me the day before.
*As for the musical part of the journey, I've given up on looking for music I want to listen to and have just been settling for whatever keeps the kids from talking to me. This has included, among others, There's a Party in my Tummy by the Yo Gabba Gabbas, the F.U.N song by Spongebob Squarepants, and a strange one called Poop goes the Weasel.
*The next time I write in this space, I'll be in Portland. Eighty-eight percent of the journey down, 12% more to go. (Thanks again for all your kind comments throughout my travels. I really do have the best blog friends.)