Okay so we've been busy, and quite busy at that. I will start with our second trip down here and go from there.
September 25th came and we headed back to our old house to pick up another load along with Luke's fish and our cat. We spent that evening at the house and then loaded up the next morning. While there was still stuff left, the house felt very empty and just didn't feel like home anymore. It was the moment that it really sank in, "we've moved and this is NOT our home". After spending the day loading what we could into the trailer we cleaned the house and put everything else in the garage so we could easily load on a future trip. Once again, we got out later than we expected. The drive was horrible. We thought we'd loaded enough heavy items on the front but apparently not. The trailer swayed any time we hit a pot hole or went down a hill jerking the jeep around. If this wasn't bad enough we had the fish tank sitting on the back seat with Luke. We had taken it down to only a few inches of water so when the jeep would get jerked around you'd get a swish, swish, swish, swish and the the cat (sitting in her crate on the floor) would start yowling.
This went on for about an hour and a half before Luke tipped over his water bottle and it started dripping right down by the cat and started the yowling episode all over again. I figured, no problem we were only short of our exit by a few miles and then we could pull over and make sure she didn't get wet. We get half a mile from our exit and there is cones and construction barriers up along with a sign "EXIT 88 Closed"...well that's just great. We start pulling up maps on the GPS and my phone trying to figure out if there is an exit closer than Olympia. We had no luck and had to keep driving. By the time we hit Olympia we were getting worried. We had no clue where we were and we were getting really low on gas. I sat back and did the one and only thing I could, I said a prayer. We passed exit after exit with no gas station in site and I kept praying. I got a little scared but that still small voice kept telling me "You will make it, I'm here", then the moment came where I felt comforted. I pulled up gas stations on the GPS and found one off in some tiny little town up ahead.
When we pulled into this little town, my heart kind of skipped a beat. The gas station was dark. I was very concerned that the only lights that were on was the little screen on each pump. Thank goodness we live in Washington and can pump our own gas because we'd been in trouble. We got done filling and realized that we only had a quarter of a gallon of gas left when we stopped. It was that moment when I realized how far Heavenly Father carried us (because we had been sitting on that empty line for a while at this point). We were grateful to finally make it home, even though it took us an hour longer than expected.
At this point we were tired but we had to un-bury Ariel's crate and set it up which included unloading the whole trailer onto the front deck. Once she was settled in we headed inside and hit the sack.
September 25th came and we headed back to our old house to pick up another load along with Luke's fish and our cat. We spent that evening at the house and then loaded up the next morning. While there was still stuff left, the house felt very empty and just didn't feel like home anymore. It was the moment that it really sank in, "we've moved and this is NOT our home". After spending the day loading what we could into the trailer we cleaned the house and put everything else in the garage so we could easily load on a future trip. Once again, we got out later than we expected. The drive was horrible. We thought we'd loaded enough heavy items on the front but apparently not. The trailer swayed any time we hit a pot hole or went down a hill jerking the jeep around. If this wasn't bad enough we had the fish tank sitting on the back seat with Luke. We had taken it down to only a few inches of water so when the jeep would get jerked around you'd get a swish, swish, swish, swish and the the cat (sitting in her crate on the floor) would start yowling.
This went on for about an hour and a half before Luke tipped over his water bottle and it started dripping right down by the cat and started the yowling episode all over again. I figured, no problem we were only short of our exit by a few miles and then we could pull over and make sure she didn't get wet. We get half a mile from our exit and there is cones and construction barriers up along with a sign "EXIT 88 Closed"...well that's just great. We start pulling up maps on the GPS and my phone trying to figure out if there is an exit closer than Olympia. We had no luck and had to keep driving. By the time we hit Olympia we were getting worried. We had no clue where we were and we were getting really low on gas. I sat back and did the one and only thing I could, I said a prayer. We passed exit after exit with no gas station in site and I kept praying. I got a little scared but that still small voice kept telling me "You will make it, I'm here", then the moment came where I felt comforted. I pulled up gas stations on the GPS and found one off in some tiny little town up ahead.
When we pulled into this little town, my heart kind of skipped a beat. The gas station was dark. I was very concerned that the only lights that were on was the little screen on each pump. Thank goodness we live in Washington and can pump our own gas because we'd been in trouble. We got done filling and realized that we only had a quarter of a gallon of gas left when we stopped. It was that moment when I realized how far Heavenly Father carried us (because we had been sitting on that empty line for a while at this point). We were grateful to finally make it home, even though it took us an hour longer than expected.
At this point we were tired but we had to un-bury Ariel's crate and set it up which included unloading the whole trailer onto the front deck. Once she was settled in we headed inside and hit the sack.
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