The Navy is moving us from Waukegan,
Illinois, to San Diego, California; driving across the country with a
three-month-old baby and a cat who's afraid of the world is quite an
adventure!
Look at those eyes!! Perfectly content in Daddy's arms. |
One thing I forgot to mention about
Colorado: thus far on our trip, my primary impression of the state
was that it smelled like manure.
Seriously. We drove past several CAFOs
(concentrated animal feeding operations... essentially industrial cow
farms) on Day 2, and the air was ripe with the smell of their feces.
The combination of nasty smells plus lack of suitable hotels means
that Colorado and I were not off to a good start.
When we left our hotel at around 0630
on the morning of Day 3, we were immediately hit with the smell of
manure. Again. There was no way around it; we just hoped that we'd
get past the CAFOs soon and on to fresher air.
Unfortunately, driving through Denver
did little to improve our shaky relationship with the Centennial
State. The morning commute traffic was awful, and as we slowly
inched through the busy city Little Bug woke up and demanded to be
nursed. No quiet grumbles this time; instead, Little Bug woke up
wailing, hungry, wanting food, starving, DYING!
Soothing a baby this far gone into a
fuss fit is a challenge but, thankfully, I managed. AND we made it
out of Denver in one piece. Bonus points for us.
D and I continued to be unimpressed by
this state until we reached the Rocky Mountains. By this time, we
finally started to appreciate the beautiful sights this state had to
offer. Gorgeous mountain peaks! Amazing rock formations! Vibrant
colors! It was a feast for the eyes, and D and I (and even Freddy)
gladly partook in it.
We stopped for gas somewhere shortly
after we started ascending, expecting that fuel and refreshments
would be hard to come by once we got further into the mountains. D
picked up some cookies and trail mix for us. (I loved that he found
trail mix that had dried blueberries and apples in it, but was
confused at why the makers felt the need to add high fructose corn
syrup. Because dried fruit isn't sweet enough on its own? At least
it was delicious!)
As we continued, we found that, in
fact, there was plenty of civilization to be found throughout the
mountain pass! Nearly every exit boasted gas stations and mini
marts, restaurants and ski lodges. (Duh... skiing... of course there
would be plenty of places to stop!) The most well-populated stop was
in the town of Vail, Colorado, where the elevation was 8150 feet.
The view passing through Vail, Colorado. |
Also up in the mountains, D & I
pulled out our digital camera for the first time this trip. (Delayed
apologies for low-quality camera phone pictures...) We let Little
Bug breathe in the clear, fresh mountain air and marveled at the
amazing views before us. I had vague aspirations of getting someone
to take a family photo for us, but never really got a good
opportunity to.
After the Rockies, the drive was much
better. The landscape was more interesting, there was no more manure
smell, and we made good progress. And yet, driving through the
mountains is significantly more taxing than traveling regular country
highways, so we decided to end earlier than usual that day. We ended
up stopping in the town of Fruita, Colorado, that night, relatively
close to the Utah border. The Super 8 we stayed in here had one
GIANT bed, which was a nice change from the night before! D happily
spent some time swimming laps in the indoor pool, while Little Bug
and I enjoyed just cuddling together.
One interesting thing about driving
across the country is that Little Bug isn't adjusting to time zone
changes the way D and I are trying to. So we were in Mountain Time
by the time we got to Fruita, but Little Bug was still on his
sleeping schedule from Illinois; thus, he was ready to pass out for
the night at 1900 (2000 back in IL). I figure I'll work on
acclimating him to Pacific Time after we're settled into San Diego.
D and I are also getting better at
keeping Little Bug happy during the day. Rolling down a window
slightly makes for a fabulous white noise that helps him to sleep,
and we're resigned to the fact that we rarely can go for more than
two hours without having to stop and nurse. We're actually more
likely to stop every hour, whether it's a bathroom break for one of
us or a stop for snacks and drinks from a mini-mart or a stop
specifically to let Little Bug nurse. It makes the trip take a
little longer, but it's a worthy investment of our time if it keeps
him from having full-on fits. He (thankfully) mostly sleeps during
the drives, although he usually doesn't get into a nice deep sleep.
And the most invaluable toy we brought along? A little penguin
rattle that D bought from Babies 'R' Us. Little Bug finds it almost
mesmerizing at times, and sometimes simply holding it in his line of
vision will help him drift off to sleep. And when he's starting to
fidget, I shake it at him and say “Yay! Penguin rattle!” For
some reason, this usually works to quiet him down.
We're managing.
Disappointing results in the license
plate game for Day 3. We only saw six new states, plus an official
US Government plate.
Kansas Massachusetts Montana
Nevada New York Washington
The adventure would continue on Day 4.
whew ... stopping every 2 hours or every hour ... that will slow the trip down alright, but what must be done - must be done! On our trip in to Virginia, the last stretch of driving was eight hours without any stops! So I can only imagine how it must feel to stop every hour - "Didn't we JUST stop!?" ha ha
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