Home at last

It took 20 hours, but we finally made it. 

A piece of advice, do not drive through the Ozark's  at 3 am in the fog. Yes, yes I can hear the natives giggling at me. But heed my words Ozark neophytes, don't do it. 

We left late Monday evening. We had every intention to bring the cattle, alas! It wasn't meant to be. They are in the capable hands of Good Neighbor for the time being. Husband will retrieve them in a few weeks. 

I know some of you work in the music industry, so you may know my driver, Bear.  I know so much more about some of my favorite bands, awesomely funny stories. Of course by the end of the haul, we were a bit slap happy. He came down from Denver to help us, I am so grateful.  

As for the rest of the trip. First, the rental truck. Budget is cheaper, yes. However they have governors. This made for horrible slow goings attempting to get up hills. We would drop from 70 mph to 35 mph. One reason it took as long as it did.

The trip was relativity uneventful.  Lots of dead things in the road, two deer suicide attempts, and one armadillo. We had to deviate from the planned route when two sherif offices flagged us down and informed us that our truck wouldn't fit over the Mo/Ky bridge and had to head to Illinois.  Only 15 mins out of our way. An hour later we had to laugh, 15 mins hahahaha!  Small farm girl started to worry, I am informed, because we lost contact for several hours. And the walkies came in wonderfully handy between the trucks. 

We finally made it to our new home. It's just as glorious as we left it. We let the dogs loose, taking them down to the creek, immediate heaven!  The puppies splashed and frolicked, the two older ones turned back into puppies, running and galavanting. They are in love with the new home. 

So here I sit this morning, having coffee, listing to Bear's stories. Gearing up for our first day of the rest of our lives. 

I love it here.

Stay tuned for new adventures.