Last Tuesday we learned that both Gramma P and JP's Uncle G died. We loaded up the family truckster and hit the road Thursday in an attempt to go 900 miles west to SLC in a day.
As we went west, the altitude increased and the air pressure decreased and the bag of chips swelled up like a racoon sleeping on the side of the road.
Once we left NE, we were treated to something other than blue skies and flat ground.
What's on the golf course? Antelope!
We made it to our hotel in 13 hours. The ever changing scenery of WY & UT made it exciting, especially for the boys, who have only road tripped across Iowa.
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