The Great Unsponsored Family Road Trip of 2012: DAY 1 (Are We in California Yet?)
California – HERE WE COME!
I’m goin’ back to Cali…
We are road-trippin, y’all!!! We get to see friends from our young adulthood, and childhood and high schoolhood, and collegehood… and my beautiful gramma…
A chunk of the miles will be spent in the heat of the California sun. I spent the first 24 years of my life in the sunny state. So if you see an inordinate amount of blathering about sunshine and In-N-Out and Chocolate Malted Crunch ice cream… IT’S BECAUSE I’M HOME, not because anyone/business has helped supplement the cost of said road trip. Nope.
I’ve been tucking away for this for months and months. I needed a few more months of tucking away but I digress…
Here’s how we left cloudy WA… an hour later than we wanted:
On our first day we had to knock out a 12 hour drive, so this was the most we got to see of Portland…
We have a number of friends in Portland, and I pretty much looked out the window and apologized in guilty whispers for all the not-stopping-in-Portland we did. *grips chest*…
At one point along the way I thought we needed a family picture. So here’s how that went…
Our first stop was to see our friends Bryan and Jenn in No. Cal. Oh there’s a long, meaningful, and lovely story of friendship there, but let’s talk doughnuts!
(Oh wait! Jenn! You are ON THE SPOT! You tryin’ to take over my job?! She’s already posted about us. We… LOVE… *melts*)
Jenn emailed me the night before we left and was all (paraphrased, yo), “VooDoo Doughnuts. MAPLE bars…” So I was all, “MAPLE BARS? YES.” So we stopped at VooDoo Doughnuts in Eugene, Or.
If your children are old enough to read, but not old enough that you want them to learn about male anatomy via a donut-shaped tutorial… THIS IS YOUR NON-PICTURE WARNING.
HOWEVER… If you want to try a doughnut called The Memphis Mafia (a stinking banana fritter, topped with chocolate chips, peanut butter frosting drizzle, chocolate frosting drizzle, and peanuts)… then, VooDoo me!
Or if you want to take it to 11… MAPLE. BACON. Baby.
Again. VooDoo me, baby. VOO. DOO.
And if your child hath survived certain moral corruption (see part about doughnut anatomy lesson above)… Let her have Cocoa Puffs on her doughnut, by golly!
That’s a chocolate cake doughnut with chocolate frosting topped with Cocoa Puffs. That’s practically like finding the treasure at the end of a Super Rainbow. Lucky Charms ain’t got nothin’ on that bad boy!
*insert quippy segue here*
After we shook off our sugar coma we saw Mt. Shasta…
I think that’s Mt. Shasta…
12 hours is long for anyone, but it is especially long for 7 year olds. She did exceptionally well, if you discount the several HUNDRED times she asked, “Are we in California yet?”
We WISH I was exaggerating.
I had finally had enough. After time 987 I told Lucy, “If you ask again, you will have to write sentences…”
5 minutes later she asked again. And because I am a woman of my word…
And so this concludes Day 1 of The Great Unsponsored Family Road Trip of 2012.
In-N-Out: 0 visits
Chocolate Malted Crunch consumed: 0 scoops
VooDoo Doughnuts: *still rubbing belly*
Sunscreen used: yes (I am not mathy)…
*This road trip has not been sponsored. So, like I said and blathering about doughnuts, hamburgers, ice cream and sunshine is born purely of my own obsession… and I am fairly obsessive, so…*
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