Can It Possibly Be...

Saturday, March 10th.
How can it possibly be that 13 hours in the car is more exciting than 6 hours in the car? Yes, unbelievably, I found it more exciting. No, no sarcasm there. Possibly that we went to Subway? Or that there was a security guard at the motel today? Whatever, for some reason, I wasn't as bored.
Ethan

Absolutely Nothing

Sunday, March 11th:

Making it to Sedona at dusk

We can make it through one more day of driving. I am sure of it. The highway heads east and we have gorgeous sun, wide open sky and velvet hills. The cactus appear. I am in love with the desert, the sun, and the opportunity to sit in the passenger side of the car and do absolutely nothing. I do not even read. Nothing. Oh, I play car bingo with the kids, check my blackberry occasionally, pass food back to the kids, and stare vacantly out the window. This is bliss. My husband has hidden a bag of Miss Vickie's chips under his seat. He had a bag yesterday as well. He brought them for me. I think he loves me. Some women get diamonds. I get Miss Vickie's chips. I am grateful not to be sleeping in a tent. At 3 pm we break open the bag of Miss Vickie's. I pass them out in plastic cups to the kids. We stop for gas and to empty the synchronized bladders. He drives crazy so we can get close to Sedona before we lose the light. We want to see the rocks in the red glow. We make it. He stops the car repeatedly. I jump out to take pictures with my camera and blackberry. The hills are alive.
By Mom.

The Promise

Sunday, March 11th.

We left our guarded motel at 9:40 am. Today, we would reach our first destination. Sedona. It was pretty boring in the car. Nothing much to do other than look out the windows. That's very exciting. We crossed into Arizona and made a stop at a Pilot Travel Center. We were in a canyon. We dropped from 7000 feet to 4500 feet. I was on an iPad. My mom yelled at me. "Put the window down" and "Quick, take pictures with the iPad." I roll down the window. I take some pictures. About fifty in half a minute. The pictures are almost identical. Here's one:

Then I went back to what I was doing. Shortly after, we arrive at Sedona. Dad gets directions to our hotel and where there's good food. Chinese food. We drove 2,688 km to get Chinese food. I thought we were supposed to experience Arizona culture. Not Chinese.

Ethan