I awoke from my uncomfortable sleeping position in the wee hours of the morning only to discover I was extrememly nauseous. Why you ask? That would be because of our crazy driver. For some reason, once we hit the mountains, it was as if Allen thought he was on Nascar's Motor Speedway! He promised he was going the speed limit- times 10. About the time I awoke, so did the boys. Finally, after pulling out my barf bag and holding it to my face just in case (which took a good 5 minutes because of all the G's working against me), we turned into our little "neighborhood."
Richard called out our address, and in the pitch black of night we began searching for our cabin. A couple of roads went by, but, because of excessive speed, we couldn't read the signs. Allen said he would turn around for us to read them in case they were our road. We were too nauseous to think straight, so we pushed onward. When we reached the top of our mini-mountain and the dead end of the road, there was no cabin. Actually, the two cabins in the cul-de-sac skipped our cabin number. Great. Now we were here, over packed, over tired, over hungry, and booked to stay in the disappearing cabin. No wonder Richard got such a great "deal."
Thankfully, LA saw a porch light glimmering down the other side of the mini-mountain. It seems we missed a driveway in the darkness! Hope! Our racevan driver decided to check it out. When we came to a screeching hault just before running into our cabin, "Peaches and Dreams," our dreams of a bed came to a screeching hault as well. There was a truck parked in front. Seriously. This is no joke.
Richard went to knock on the door and find out what was going on. LA and I began fixing bottles for the restless little ones, and Allen began revving the engine just in case he got to drive us to seek shelter somewhere else. Thankfully, Richard came back to inform us that the truck belonged to the cleaning crew. We had a cabin! Albeit a dirty one, but we officially had a cabin!
The 6 of us trekked in with the necessities- diaper bags, bottles, and pack and plays. We decided to wait out the cleaning crew downstairs next to the pool table. The boys went ahead and set up the pack and plays while we fed the babies in hopes that they would go back to sleep. Yeah. Right. (again) We began to realize during all of this activity that our breath was visible and we were shivering. When Allen checked the thermostat (no longer at lightning speed since we were out of the van) it said -9371 degrees Farenheit. Good thing I packed Si's snowsuit!
The heat was turned on, the babies were bundled up, the cleaning crew left (without the Fruit Loops on the floor), and our Majestic Mountain Vacation had officially begun. In case you haven't noticed yet, a vacation with the Tisdales is never a dull one!
Part III of the three part series to come.
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