I packed the truck for the final time and got everyone ready. Donuts seemed like a good breakfast and the hotel book had an ad for place who's specialty was their homemade bear claws. We drove into downtown Sheridan, turned the corner and found stuffed bunnies in dresses and wicker baskets in the shape of chickens in the place where sugared confections should have been. No longer was this a bakery, it was a country gift shop. I quickly searched on my phone for alternatives and only came up with the grocery store. Oh well, we were almost home.
Packing everyone into the car we headed down I-25, the final interstate. As with most other legs of the trip, the kids dozed off and we listened to more of our Harry Potter audio book. Towns flew by and we made good time until we hit Cheyenne. After stopping there for gas we found that the traffic on the interstate had grown to the point that using cruise control was impossible. Weaving in and out of slower traffic we all missed the "Welcome to Colorado" sign that we had all been looking forward to seeing. Pressing on we got to the exit for 119, made a quick trip through Longmont, and finally into Boulder and to Heather's parents.
The kids jumped out of the car, screaming for Nana. Heather and I limped out, our bodies sore from the long days in the car. Stasia ran into the backyard, happy to be out of the car and happier to see her friend Dingo.
The trip is over. Monday the truck shows up and I get to pile all of our stuff into a storage unit while we look for a house. I've got a couple posts in mind for this blog and then I'm not sure what will happen to it.
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