I’ve realized it has been a long time since I have updated my blog. I was in Las Vegas last time I wrote anything or added any notable pictures.
By the time we left Las Vegas I was just so excited to get home and experience with my family the last moments of our epic journey that I felt no need to be anywhere near a computer.
We began the drive toward Los Angeles, a drive expected to take the average traveler 4 or so hours. It took a solid 12 hours to make the journey. Eltsie was having a really tough time pulling us up the steady inclines of the Sierra Nevada’s in to the Mohave. We found ourselves stopping and letting her cool down every 20 mins or so until we found a spot to chill out and wait till dusk when the temperature will drop and we can finish the drive.
Eventually we found our way and were officially in the city of angels. We went looking for a Walmart so we could camp for the night. We drove the the narrow streets of the outskirts of LA in the winnebago doing about 30 mi per hour when suddenly we hit a bump. Due to flash flooding they have culverts like ditches accross streets like where a cross walk would be. There are no signs to warn you of such poor planning, and we are airborne. Both kids are sleeping in their beds and we have all four wheels off the ground in a 30ft winnebago at 1am on a residential street. I seriously left my seat and had the moment of free fall and terror that I would imagine the stunt drivers on the Dukes of Hazzard or Super Dave Osborne may have felt. Not a second later we hit the ground in the most fluid and perfect landing perhaps ever accomplished by such a vehicle and continued on. Both the kids woke up, JJ said she left her bed and was floating, we are sure we have broke every dish we own, and who knows what else. We find a safe place to pull over and realize that the RV is fine as are all our dishes, Walmart is located and the crisis averted. Tommorow we do Disney!.