Several weeks ago, we decided to take a road trip across the country to visit family. You may notice that this is a recurring theme in my stories. You may wonder why we don't just fly. That is a very good question. Maybe, flying is too expensive for us right now. Maybe, we want the children to experience different parts of the country. Maybe, we're crazy and like to exhaust ourselves. Maybe, it is all of the above. Regardless of the answer, you will find us winding along our favorite mountain roads again.
Thirty hours into the road trip, we were hungry for real food from a restaurant. Surprisingly, we had eaten fairly healthy food along the way. My husband and I tried to stop at regular meal times for the boys. We also tried to make time for play as we traveled through the various states. So that we didn't completely run out of energy, my husband and I would trade off driving every several hours. The lucky one in the passenger's seat would try to rest during that time before having to drive again. On the thirtieth hour of the trip, I found myself in the driver's seat listening to a George Strait CD and cruising down an empty highway. It was almost supper time and everyone was hungry.
I nudged my husband to wake up. "Hey. Where do you want to eat?" I asked as we raced by fields of corn, wheat, and alfalfa. I could see mountains in the distance and a large river winding around the foothills.
"Ugh. What? What?" My husband mumbled as he slowly opened his eyes.
"Where do you want to eat?" I repeated. "The kids are hungry."
My husband sat up in his seat and rubbed his face. The kids were playing with their toys in the back seat. As we discussed the options, their heads perked up to listen to the conversation. "We could eat in Mountain Home." My husband suggested.
"We could." I shrugged. "I don't really want to eat in Mountain Home. It would be nice to get further down the road. Do you want to eat in Boise?"
"Yeah. That sounds good." My husband agreed. "There's more options in Boise but let's get gas in Mountain Home. We're almost out."
"O.K." I said. "Where in Boise do you want to eat?"
Before my husband could answer, Son #1 popped up from the back seat with a look of alarm on his face. "What?!? We're going to eat poison?!?"
My husband and I burst out laughing. "No! We're not going to eat poison!" My husband chuckled.
"We're eating in a place called Boise." I explained.
Son #1 furrowed his brow. "Boise." He murmured. "Not poison."
"Yes. Boise." My husband confirmed.
"Not poison." I emphasized with a giggle.