Wiley E. Coyote

Well, we have officially broken in the Prius. You are probably saying to yourself, "Wow, 3500 miles seems like an ambitious road trip with a 3.5 month old." After doing the experiment, I can tell you unequivocally that you're right. Each of the 20,000 mountain passes we drove over was a true test of Zane's lungs and our collective parental chi. Despite my best attempts to rationally explain to Zane why his ears were popping, he insisted on screaming at the top of his lungs. Such an illogical kid. We discovered that the boob does not have unlimited soothing power.

Despite the logistical difficulties, there were a number of indelibly cute moments. Zane really dug all the attention from the ladies at Jon and Cris' wedding, as well as pooping on Mom in Arlington, OR outside of EAT (I find this just, since I am usually the one whom gets pooped on). While awake, he was smiling and animated for the hikes in Arches (the picture above is from Balanced Rock - I'm reasonably sure that this is the place where the animators for the Bugs Bunny and Road Runner show took peyote and sketched the desert backgrounds for the Road Runner cartoons), enjoyed being passed around the family in Ruidoso, and was very interested in Santa Monica beach and Fritto Misto.

Dianna has written a minute-by-minute 30,000 word novel on the trip. You can read it here or follow the link to Zeiner Odds and Ends blog on the right-hand side of this page. There you can find the links to the vacation photo albums.

It's good to be home.

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