My grandpa decided to have us come on out and visit him. I am not much of a fan of flying (like I have panic attacks), but we packed up and off we went. He lives in Northern California, so we flew to the Sacramento airport.
Understatement alert, it is not easy to travel with kids.
We had so much luggage! All necessary stuff. We left super early on a Friday morning and were doing so good on time when we pulled into the long term parking. We started to kind of relax, got the kids some snacks, got our baggage out really slow and sauntered on over to the shuttle. Then the shuttle took forever! 45 minutes went by from the time we got on, to when we got to the Southwest check in. By the time we made it through that line, we were getting warned that due to our late check in, our bags were not guaranteed to get on our flight.
The kids were already getting restless since we had woke them at 4am, Dallin was asking to pee, and we still had to get though the security line. I looked over at that line and realized it wound around all the way down to the baggage claim area. There was no way we were going to make it. But southwest had alerted them that we were coming and a security officer was waiting for us. They pulled us to the front of the line and had us scanned in no time at all. Miraculously, we made it to our flight.
We flew from SLC to Las Vegas, then on the Sacramento. When we landed in Vegas, the plane cleared out almost entirely. So we moved to the front of the plane for more leg room. The stewards and pilot were taking their break and chatting there at the front too. They saw our boys and invited all 3 of them to the cock pit to sit in the pilots seat. They let them push all sorts of buttons. They were awesome and the kids loved it!
A second take off and landing later, we made it to California. I was feeling a little nostalgic seeing all the agriculture of that area. After a couple hours of driving, we pulled into my Grandpa's place.
He got a bunch of lawn mowers ready for the boys to drive around his property.

The boys loved it! They loved the space, and seeing my Grandpa. Brian really liked being so far out in the boonies that there was no cell phone coverage and no internet. I liked the no cable TV thing. It was also kind of fun to see this:
When I was 15, just shortly after my grandpa bought this property, he poured some concrete and let me write my name in it. It was still there! Along with my handprint. More to come....