But since we moved to the mountains, the Civic has been a bit of a challenge. And by challenge, I mean it annoys the crap out of Eric that I have to take a running start with the car to get it up our driveway, and I routinely leave divots in the gravel and spit rocks at the surrounding scenery. This results in hummocks the size of large badgers in the drive. But I got up it daily.
However, driving a 2-door Honda Civic also means that our pull-the-popup-camper options (and most other road trips) are limited to HailNo. We've taken the Civic a couple of places but it just doesn't really cut it.
So, it was time for something else.
Through the magic of the interwebs and Eric's intrepid skills at deal hunting, we located the perfect vehicle.
In Danbury, Connecticut.
It was a 2013 Subaru Forester, with 14,000 miles on it.
|The new Subi|
So we went.
We flew to Connecticut and had the dealership pick us up at the hotel in the morning. Bob, the approximately 105 year old driver, took us on a high-speed chase/tour of rural Connecticut/picked us up and brought us to our car. After the usual delays and blah blah blah, we were able to drive off the lot with our Forester and begin the cross-country trip home.
|The band is back together!|
|All of us, plus the twins!|
And on we went. We traversed Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois (where we picked up for a Chicago-style pizza for friends who just adopted a baby, because nothing says love like deep-dish!) We stopped for the night in Iowa, then the next morning hauled through Iowa, Nebraska, then cut down to Kansas and finally into Colorado.
|Somewhere in the Midwest|
Epilogue: Two days later, we sold the Honda to the daughter of our other neighbors in Monument, who we also fall in with just as well as Samantha and Patrick.