We stayed at Seven Feathers to let Zoe and Caleb absorb some country music and cigarette smoke. Luckily there was a good pool. We knew we weren't in Oakland anymore when pie was the healthiest breakfast we could find.
Then we were back in the car... trying to keep Luke from becoming "Roadtrip Dad" (hint, lots of clenched jaws and yelling).
A dinner stop in Portland.
And then finally, FINALLY, we were there.
Grandma had the pool waiting.
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