When we walked into the house this afternoon, it felt like we had been away for a week. Or at least a few VERY LONG days. But less than 48 hours prior, we raced out the door for our Polar Express adventure. It was a LONG 48 hours ago.
For whatever its worth, we had the best of intentions. We really did. I was so excited that I was already planning to make this trip to Bryson City every year. I just knew that it was going to be so much fun and so relaxing that we'd be sad to leave and eager to return the following year.
Our planned escape from Atlanta was to take place on Friday at 2pm. Nope, it was a 3:30PM departure. And Mr. Garmin led us straight into traffic on 85N and a few other spots. An alleged 3.5 hour trip turned into 5 hours. And THAT is the good news.
The bad news was that Mr. Garmin really likes to take the fastest route possible, even if it only shaves off 2 or 3 minutes from the next best option. So, he decided to take us through the most curvy mountain roads that I've even seen. And saying that I've "seen" them isn't really the truth since it was pitch black by the time we were in North Carolina. And we were on said roads for 20+ miles.
Connor was watching "The Polar Express" on the 9 inch DVD player on the back of the passengers seat headrest. I would say that it was on the back of my headrest but I wasn't sitting there. I was wedged between the two kids in the back seat. Connor looked up after we'd been on this miserable mountain road for a good while and said, "my butt hurts". At least that's what we thought he said.
Until he started to barf.
In hindsight, I don't think he was referring to his butt. I think he might've been saying "my belly hurts". Luckily for us, we only had 2 or 3 more miles to go until we would be able to pull over to clean him up a bit. We drove up to the property management company to get the keys to our cabin and Dennis jumped out to talk details with the manager while I picked up our sweet, puke-covered little boy, and took off his shirt. The house was only a few miles away so it wasn't long before we could completely undress Connor and brush his teeth.
Once in the house, we were able to breathe a sigh of relief. We did it. We were there.
All four of us slept together in the main bedroom - Connor on his "blow up Big Boy bed" and Blake in the pack-n-play. I must admit that I fell in love with the king sized bed that was for Dennis and me. He was awake most of the night because he didn't feel well and I didn't even notice. I slept like a log.
We started off the next day in pretty good spirits. I was determined that this was going to be our most fun trip yet.
Dennis told me that he was bored and Connor was getting cabin-fever, so I suggested that they go to check out the "really cool waterfalls" that I heard about. So they did. I told Dennis that I thought the waterfall might be a short walk from the national park entrance, nothing too bad. They could go to check out the waterfall while I finished getting ready and fed Blake another time.
I was right that it wasn't a far walk to the waterfalls once you were in the park. It was .3 miles, Dennis said. What I wasn't so right about was it being an easy walk. Dennis told me it was straight uphill. And he had to carry Connor.
At least he didn't need a workout that day, then, right?