Thanksgiving: Getting to California

Of course we ate here.  Who wouldn't?

An Ode to the Trip to California:

In a fifteen passenger

we went and returned.

Across the desert:

it scalded and burned.

Mom in driver's seat,

taking on the canyon turns,

eating trail mix and drinking

diet coke with the peeps .

Dad resting in the back,

catching up on sleep

for a ten years' lack.

The Joe family trudging

along in the next van.

Spitting and screaming and

princesses all part of the plan.

Steve and Mindy squished

in the front, not murmuring

any sounds of complaint,

an example for Brayden:

they were Saints. 

Brayden car-seat content,

beat us all in the game

of being totally silent.

Tiff and Mike, oblivious

to the world.  And that's it :) 

Chelise was carsick the

entire drive, noting only

how she'd just rather fly.

Now Ben and Lizzy,

deserving their own full poem,

were the duo of duos.

Together, apart, friends, and

always near,

brought the most tears and cheer.

We were stopped by an incredibly long train.  When in doubt- JUMP OUT! and take a picture.