Ben and I have been planning a trip to Utah for a while now, he is going to be the Best Man at his cousins wedding. We will spend a little over two weeks there. About a month ago we bought round trip airline tickets for the trip. A few weeks before the trip I told my husband we should have driven Bens new car home and flew back to Ohio so that when we move in a few months we won’t have to each drive our own car. But after some discussion we decided since the flights were already purchased we would just fly.
Well about 5 days before our flight I again had a thought that we should drive the car. Again everyone talked me out of it. But honestly this thought would not leave me head... Drive the car. I had this debate with myself and Ben and Lincoln on a daily basis. Then I called the airline to see if they would refund me the price of a round trip ticket and let me purchase just the one way. They don’t do refunds but they would give me credit for the 1st flight that can be used anytime in the next year. This news made me again think we should drive. Finally Linc told me he didn’t care, but that I needed to make a decision. Back and forth I went in my mind. It really was the craziest thing, I’m usually very decisive. Our flight was for Wednesday morning, but if we were to drive, we would need to leave Monday morning to get to Utah in time. So finally Sunday Ben and I decided we would just fly. Easier and quicker. I went to bed and felt good about that decision. Monday morning Ben got up and went into the Clinic for his blood draw. I got up, said my morning prayers.... and there it was again as plain as day, drive the car. That was it, I started packing. I called Linc in tears and told him I couldn’t explain it and I don’t know the reason but I felt strongly we should drive. So when Ben got home from his blood draw at 11:00 am, I said pack up as fast as you can so we can get on the road, were driving. Here we were making the exact same drive we took 2 years ago today, only this time we we’re driving west instead of east. Sometimes in the early days of our adventure here in Ohio, Ben and I would be driving on the I-90 into Cleveland and I would often say “If we just kept driving we could be home in two days.” It felt good to finally be headed home, even if its just a visit.
I’ll never know why I had such a strong feeling, but I do know I tried and tried to talk myself out of it, but all along I knew we should drive. It was the worst week ever, me questioning myself. Once I made the decision I felt so good about it, I knew it was the right thing. Maybe it was safer than flying on a full flight and the risk of Covid, we’ll never know. But I do know that is the last time I question myself and what I feel like was a prompting.
So Ben and I packed up his new car and left Cleveland at 2:00 pm in the afternoon headed for Omaha, Nebraska. A 12 hour and 35 minute drive of 814 miles. We needed to try and do it in one day that was the goal. If we got too tired we’d stop sooner but that would make the drive take us 3 days instead of 2.
We made it to Omaha no problem. The next morning it was the long trek across Nebraska, Wyoming and into Utah, another 13 hours and 55 minute drive of 946 miles. It was a long drive, but man did we have a fun time.
* Toll Roads* Beautiful Blue Skies
* The Mighty Mississippi
* Worlds Largest Truck Stop
* Sunset over Iowa
* Rolling Cornfields of Nebraska
* A lot of good music
* Snacks and good Conversation
Road trips aren’t for the faint of heart but man can they be a fun adventure!
