Continued from January 11, 2018
Over the next week I researched information on vacations close enough to Weeksville that we could drive there. The town was so small that it didn’t offer much in the way of fun family vacations, but I found a Lodge sitting in a small valley near Mount Headley.
The views on their website were aweinspiring. Being winter there, there was significant snowfall, but I figured we could spend a night there in the mountains and, if nothing came of going to Weekville, continue on into Oregon, or Northern California to see the redwoods.
The note was still on my nightstand, and I looked at it every day leading up to the trip. The kids were excited by the prospect of seeing Yellowstone, which was only six hours from the Lodge if we drove.
The morning of our trip, Elizabeth was getting ready in her usual high stress fashion, making sure that we had everything we could need despite the fact that we could get anything we could need once we were out there. Our plane would leave in a few hours and go to Bozeman International just north of the National Park.
It was a flawless flying experience, at least in my opinoin. Elizabeth wasn’t happy about much on the trip, but the kids and I were loving the views out the windows of the plane as we crossed into mountanous terrain. Even the layovers weren’t long enough to complain. We arrived in Montana less than six hours after we left Atlanta.
We stayed in a hotel that night and rented a car the next day to explore Yellowstone. Elizabeth was mildly excited about Yellowstone as well, I think it was because the kids’ excitement became infectious, it didn’t matter that we were a little tired from the travel the day before. Lucas continually refered to the ‘volcano’ while Anna kept correcting him and calling it a caldera.
It didn’t matter to me what they called it, I was just happy that my idea to take a trip to Montana at the end of January hadn’t resulted in a ruined vacation. The kids were excited by all the snow, and even Elizabeth was inspecting it. We didn’t get snow very often in Georgia, and when we did, it almost never stuck around long enough for the kids to play with.
January 13, 2018 for more…