Oh, but the details of the trip are important. We're not just going to Glacier, we're driving it.
4,971 miles to be exact. IN TEN DAYS.
Do the math, friends. That's 12 hours of driving a day, for roughly 3.5 days. One night in Glacier, a day's drive to Jackson Hole, WY, spend the night and then a lovely 3.5 days of 12 hour drives back home.
Have I mentioned that we're also camping along the way? And that I have no idea where we're camping or where or when I'll have the chance to shower? I love the outdoors, but I also love spending my nights in a controlled environment, full of air conditioning, running water and the latest technology. I love my boyfriend but I could think of a million things I'd rather do, including having my eyes glued shut for a day.
Yesterday, shortly after I got off the phone with my dad, D and I ran a few last minute errands. I needed to get a camping pillow, snacks and an extra blanket. We stopped at REI first. Reality really started sinking in perusing the camping utensil aisle when D wanted to buy all-in-one eating utensils. They were $9, but then they had separate forks, knifes and spoons for $.95 a piece (the ones I was interested in, because why wouldn't you get more bang for your buck and how many times are we really going to use these?). He wanted to buy two of the all-in-one utensils and that's it.
There I stood, the room starting to spin, wondering how we'd be able to effectively "cook" our food on the portable grill we're bringing or how we'd even make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with these ridiculous utensils. Then I started plotting out time in my head, "If we're having to drive 12 hours a day and we don't even know where we're sleeping, how are we going to be able to actually cook dinner on this grill? Do we even have a spatula? Where might the closest grocery store be when we get into North Dakota?" and so on. I became very quiet. I was and am completely panicked. We ran into one of D's friends, who was also in the Army with D, at REI and when D told him what we were doing, even his friend said it was a stupid idea. Then he invited us to go to Spain with him, since he's going to be traveling during the same time frame. Hmm.... 12 hours a day in a car or Spain? Maybe this is just one big joke at my expense?
But wait. It gets better.
We moved on to Target with the intentions of buying a blanket and shampoo. What we left with was even more evidence that this trip is going to completely break me and your favorite part of this entire story. D started throwing ramen noodles into the cart, and it was that moment I started to wonder if I should fake my own kidnapping.
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