Arrived in Springfield, OR

...and have been warmly greeted and fed homemade blackberry cobbler. Sleep now... :-)

In which the Small attempts Ozarkspeak...

So today it was my turn to drive, and we were inching our way through some rush-hour traffic. fairieboy, age 10, was getting a touch impatient with the amount of time that it was taking, and so had a bunch of increasingly pointed questions about my driving choices.

"Isn't that direction the way to Seattle?" "How come those other cars are going so much faster than we are?" Finally we gently explained to him that unless he perceived some danger of which the driver was not aware, he might safely assume that she knew what she was doing and could refrain from telling her what to do.

Several miles down the road, a very quietly respectful voice pipes up from the back seat, "I'm not telling you what to do, but I just wanted to mention that if I were the one driving, I'd be over in the next lane..."

*sound of three adults convulsing in laughter*

We are currently north of Tacoma and south of Seattle, and should hopefully be at the ranch within the hour. Our driving progress has indeed been slow today, and our muscles are one big collective ache, and we will be quite happy to no longer be on the road very soon.

Arrived...

Safely at the ranch in WA.