“Look girls, I can point out the water treatment plant in just a minute.” We all laugh, knowing that none of us care much about water treatment plants, except my dad. But then, it’s his job, so I guess he has the right to care. Anyway, it’s more interesting than cornfields in Kansas, which he found very exciting on our last adventure out west.
And so we’re off on our adventure. After getting up at 3:15 this morning (with less than four hours of sleep), we packed the car, drove to the airport, and boarded our first flight. We even took our first series of pictures while sitting on the shuttle to the terminal.
Getting ready for a trip is usually a tedious and slightly stressful process. Since we were only checking two bags, we had to make sure most of our items fit in our carry-ons, and the liquids did not exceed the maximum ounce requirement. “What did you bring, Evan?” “The green bag of games, clothes…and mom’s purse. It wouldn’t fit in her bag.” (I think her bag is the smallest of all of ours). Then there was the usual turning off the water, bumping up the air-conditioning a few degrees, and emptying milk that we didn’t drink. However, packing the van was easier than usual due to the smaller number of bags.
Since it was four in the morning, we were all in various moods. My brother and I were filled with adrenaline, but others were more tired. Tensions were a little a high, but that was to be expected until we were en route.
Checking in at the airport went fairly smoothly. It was Evan’s first flight ever and Caroline’s first since she was four. So we could have explained a little better about putting the electronics, shoes and liquids in the bins (it’s just a little confusing if you don’t know what’s going on), but we made it through without incident.
Watching Evan getting excited for take off was probably the highlight of my morning. He brought a notebook to record what we do and when we do it. Seeing the world through the eyes of a ten year old is often more exciting because many things are new experiences. So as we head out west and see some really big trees, I’m gonna keep my eyes open for the little things too. Because it’s often the little memories that matter most.