Our trip to Florida was an adventure, thanks to our mode of transportation: Recreational Vehicle (RV). Jim had not driven one before (long distance), nor had I ridden in one before, so neither of us were sure how the trip would go. Thankfully, it was smooth sailing. My in-laws joined us, so Jim and his dad were able to take turns behind the wheel, guiding the 40-foot long, 13-foot high, nearly 9-foot wide diesel monster down the road while I tried very hard not to imagine what an RV (and its inhabitants) looks like upside down. They expertly drove all day and all night, finishing the trip in a whirlwind 24 hours. My biggest worry about the trip (other than tipping over) was how the kids would do on such a lengthy drive, and I’m happy to say they did great. They clearly inherited their daddy’s love for the open road. I loved the fact that I didn’t have to censor my packing in the least, so I brought everything plus the kitchen sink. Five pairs of shoes, no problem! Two outfits per person per day, check! A few extra strollers and pack n’ plays, done! I could get used to that.
The kids assuming their positions:
Jim and Dad, merry co-pilots:
Oh, and the littlest co-pilot (no, he didn’t sit there for long, but boy he liked the front seat!):
Sleeping through the rocky roads:
Looking well-rested and ready to play:
Dad and Jimmy napping to the rhythm of the road:
Becky eagerly anticipating our Orlando arrival (“Are we at the princesses yet?”):
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