Day 3-
We left Spokane around 5am in the brisk cold morning air. It has actually been quite refreshing getting up this early and getting on the road. The kids are sleeping, the dogs and cats are sleeping, there are no other cars on the road and we just GO! This day was exciting because we were going to Bozeman, Montana to see Uncle Dan! Rolland was so excited to see him. The drive went really smoothly. The kids were happy, the dogs got lots of walking on our rest stops and we weren't in a hurry at all. It's seeming as though a 2 hour drive first thing, followed by a long (45-60 minutes) stop, then a couple more hours of driving followed by a long lunch, then the rest of the driving after is how we are going to get through this trip.
The mountains and scenery through Idaho and Montana is stunning. It's such a beautiful country we live in. The hills are rolling and the mountains are towering. Everything is just picturesque.
Part of the way through Montana Rolland yelled out that he had to go to the bathroom (good 'ol #2). Rolland hasn't quite grasped the concept of NOT waiting until you can't hold it any longer. So naturally when he screams that he needs to go, we have to stop FAST. Montana is pretty much the middle of nowhere and you can go for 30+ miles without any services of any kind (and Rolland doesn't understand the "You have to go now because it's going to be another 45 minutes before there is another toilet" mentality. So after a couple miles of "NO SERVICES" signs I told Wes to just get off, we would find a place or he would have to "do his business" on the side of the road. I see a small brick building that looks like a school of some kind so we head that direction. As we pull up closer I realize that it's fenced in with barbed wire. I said "Oh my gosh, it's a jail." Upon further inspection, we realize it's a Juvenile Detention center out in the middle of nowhere. We decided that we had NO CHOICE but to stop and just ask. I mean, how could they turn away a sweet 3 year old who is begging for at toilet to poop in?
So Wes takes Rolland up to the door, which of course is locked, and rings the buzzer...twice. "Can we help you?" comes out of the speaker and Wes says "Yeah, my son REALLY needs to use the bathroom and there is nothing out here. Can we please come in so he can poop?" They replied "Hang on." Then nothing, for almost 4 full minutes, while the poor kiddo is dancing around trying to hold it. Someone comes to the door and says "Um, can I help you?" (So obviously the speaker people were blowing Wes off). Wes explains the situation again and the lady says "Well we don't normally do this, but sure, go ahead." Rolland entered his first (and hopefully only) visit to a Juvenile Detention center, sang to himself while he used the toilet and merrily walked out the door to the car.
And would you guess that as we got back on the freeway, the very next exit had gas stations and restaurants, all with restrooms. :-)
So we made it to Bozeman and got to visit with Wes's brother, Dan, for the afternoon and evening. The dogs absolutely loved being out off of their leashes on his property. They romped and played together, smelled every single blade of grass and ran more than I have ever seen them run. Eva even got in the creek by the house. It was a ball watching them and makes me so excited for all the property we have at the new house.
Dan made us amazing burgers with homemade slaw and sweet potato fries. A home cooked meal was much appreciated after all the crummy food we've eaten on this road trip.
Back to the hotel we went after dinner where the kids crashed and Mom and Dad got to finally relax and sleep too.
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