Second Annual Road Trip

We weren’t even through our first road trip before I started thinking about the next one. Rost was such a wonderful driving and camping companion that I knew right away this trip was a success—and that many more miles were ahead of us. At the time, I didn’t yet realize we’d be taking back-to-back cross-country trips in the years to come.

The route was planned. Stops were booked. Snacks were stocked. Gas was topped off. The truck was packed and waiting.
The toilet, however, had other plans.

Just a few hours before we were set to leave on a 5,000+ mile trip, it sprang a leak. It wasn’t a hardware store run I had planned or a skill I wanted to learn, but I was grateful the tank failed before we left for two weeks rather than while we were gone. New skill unlocked.

I’ve driven across Montana more times than I can count, so I wanted this route to feel more adventurous than hours on the interstate. We headed north to Browning, stopped for lunch in Great Falls, then traveled east on Highway 87 through Belt, Moccasin, Grass Range, Mosby, and more before reaching our campground in Glendive. After nine straight hours of driving—not counting stops—we were still in Montana.

We slept fitfully next to very active train tracks (I can’t recommend Riverview RV Park), so we were happy to pack up early and move on. Our destination was Cousin Jett, Uncle Jesse, and Aunt Jaiden. With only three hours to drive, we headed straight to Mandan, North Dakota, stopping briefly at the border for photos and fresh air.

Rost and Jett quickly reconnected in true toddler fashion.

One night wasn’t nearly enough for two little boys to burn off their energy. Soon it was morning and time to head out again. On our way to visit my cousins, Mark and Beth Ann, we stopped at Sandy, the World’s Largest Sandhill Crane, and at a mall where Rost and I used “Mommy and Me” toilets together—an experience I won’t soon forget.

Before long, we crossed into Minnesota and arrived at a familiar door in Willmar.

This region deserves its own future trip, but this time Brian was eager to keep moving. Our next stop would end up being his favorite.

The drive to Green Bay, Wisconsin was thankfully uneventful. We skipped major stops so we could check into our hotel, explore around Lambeau Field, and get to bed early for Brian’s tour the next morning.

While Brian explored Lambeau, Rost and I played at a nearby cheese-and-football-themed playground. It wasn’t something I ever imagined myself doing, but it turned out to be surprisingly fun. Lambeau is impressive—equal parts history and business genius. As a lifelong Steelers fan, it pains me to admit we’ll be back someday for a game.

From Green Bay, we headed toward Michigan. Shortly after crossing into Illinois, we witnessed a terrifying accident. A vehicle flipped multiple times, and for several minutes I was convinced we’d just seen someone lose his life. When the driver regained consciousness, I finally felt some relief, but I was shaken. Brian took over driving for the rest of the day. We skipped our planned stops and went straight to the hotel to decompress. Thankfully, there was a McDonald’s in the parking lot, so dinner didn’t require getting back in the car. We fell asleep watching Willy Wonka—Rost now requests that a future road trip include a chocolate factory.

To reset after the tough day, we spent the next morning at Wellfield Botanical Garden in Indiana. Rost took photos and smelled every flower he could before we continued through Ohio and into Pittsburgh to stay with Sam and Cait.

Rost was not happy that we weren’t driving straight to Gimmy and Pappy’s that day. He was convinced Sam and Cait “probably didn’t even have anything fun.” Five minutes later, Sam pulled out a box of her childhood toys, and all complaints disappeared. They played, ran around, ordered delivery, and watched Peppa Pig on a giant screen.

Sam and Cait live just a five-minute walk from the Pittsburgh Zoo and Aquarium, so we spent a few hours there before continuing to Gimmy and Pappy’s.

The main reason for this trip was my 20-year high school reunion. I still can’t believe it’s been 20 years since Turkeyfoot. It was wonderful to see familiar faces—many for the first time since graduation. About half our class attended, and I even made my first TikTok.

The day after the reunion was our only unplanned day. We spent it with family—getting ice cream, picking corn at a roadside stand, and decorating Eat’n Park cookies with Gimmy.

Then it was time to repack and head west. As tent campers, we often had entire campground sections to ourselves. Eby Pines RV Park in Indiana gave us a peaceful and memorable first night on the return trip.

The next morning started early so we could celebrate the 39th anniversary of “The Event of 1986.” We visited the Shedd Aquarium, where I sang “Baby Beluga” with my baby-beluga-loving boy to a real beluga whale.

We followed that with lunch with Ian’s mom—one of those unexpected, meaningful moments that make travel special.

In Iowa, we settled into our campsite with our newest stuffed family member: Baby Beluga.

To break up the long drive to South Dakota, we stopped at several roadside attractions, including Rost’s favorite—the Corn Palace. For a corn-loving farm boy, it was magical.

Before re-entering Montana, we visited Dignity of Earth & Sky, Wall Drug, and Dinosaur Park.

On our final driving day, we stopped at the Museum of the Rockies to see dinosaur fossils—mostly discovered in Montana. There’s nothing quite like staring at a T. rex before lunch.

The road will always call to me. But as we continue building our life in northwest Montana, nothing compares to coming home and falling asleep in your own bed.

Painting w/ Nature

I recently hosted a Painting with Nature party at my house for our local Hiking with Tots group, which I help lead. I set everything up with canvases and paint, and let the kids gather their own “paintbrushes” from around the backyard—sticks, leaves, pine needles, flowers, whatever inspired them.

It was messy, creative, and so much fun. The kids dove right into their projects, and even the chickens wandered through to supervise and add to the entertainment. Everyone—feathered and otherwise—had a great time getting colorful!

Tree Removal

Brian’s Aunt Terri – who is our next door neighbor – needed a couple of trees taken down on her property. While we do have a professional arborist in the family, she opted to call in a crew of taller (and perhaps slightly more seasoned) pros for the job.

It turned into quite the spectacle. So much so, we had to make popcorn just to keep up with the entertainment.

Backyard Camping

I kicked off camping season a whole ten feet out the back door, because nothing says “wilderness adventure” like being within sprinting distance of indoor plumbing. But let’s be real—this toddler lives in the country, and there are trees nearby just waiting to be watered!

Rost packed all the essentials: a glowstick he held an inch from my face all night, a stuffed cow and a plastic bee from a Happy Meal—neither with any survival training—and one tractor pillow we were apparently meant to share.

We pitched the tent like seasoned pros and roasted marshmallows in the oven, since the firewood cover ripped over the winter and everything outside is still soggy.

Rost finally passed out once the sun went down, blissfully unaware of the coyotes yipping and howling for hours. I stayed up watching the stars crawl across the sky, catching the occasional shooting star. Honestly? 10/10. Can’t wait for more camping adventures with my little buddy.

Gimmy & Pappy in Montana

After a canceled trip at the start of 2024 and months of counting down the days, weeks, and months until their next scheduled visit, Gimmy and Pappy finally made it to Montana! It was an emotional trip filled with unforgettable moments, including celebrating Christmas all over again (Rost was thrilled by the surprise of a second Christmas), my parents experiencing the delightful chaos of a toddler birthday party (Happy 3rd Birthday, Rost!), and creating some truly amazing memories together.

Unfortunately, during their visit, my 91-year-old grandmother, Gommy, experienced a serious decline in health. This heartbreaking turn of events sent my incredible mom on an early return trip to Pennsylvania to be with her mother in her final moments.

Grieving my mom’s early departure and the loss of my beloved grandmother, I was determined to make the most of the time left with my dad. We shared some beautiful moments: skipping rainbow-colored rocks into the iconic waters of Lake McDonald, soaking in the healing warmth of Wild Horse Hot Springs, and indulging him with as many sweet treats as I could without pushing him into a sugar-fueled diabetic meltdown.

I’m deeply grateful for this time with my parents. Losing my grandmother has been a poignant reminder of how precious our time with loved ones truly is. I’m already looking forward to making more memories when Rost and I make our annual trip back to the East Coast in early June.

Xoxo.

Christmas Time

I’ve always been a firm believer in the sacred rule: no Christmas decorations until after Thanksgiving. But then, along came one irresistibly charming toddler, and suddenly, I’m the kind of person who would happily string up Christmas lights in August if it brought him joy. So this year, the moment Halloween bid its spooky farewell, we dove headfirst into the Christmas spirit, determined to stretch the season’s magic as far as we could. Here’s a little glimpse into our wonderfully extended holiday adventure. Xoxo.

Zero-Turn

Tractor Supply opened up a store nearby & since opening day, there has been a zero-turn power wheels sitting near the front door. Every time we go into that store, we talk about the little lawn mower & how cool it would be to bring it home. As Grandpa mowed one morning, I sent Brian to Tractor Supply to do just that. Brian ran into town while Rost & I worked on some chores outside. When he returned, Rost was equal parts surprised and stoked to start mowing with Grandpa on his new mower.

It’s embarrassing (for me) how quickly Rost picked up the controls of the Zero-Turn mower in comparison to how many weeks it took me to get the hang of the adult size mower.

38TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE INCIDENT OF 1986

Turning 38 is a solid milestone—a reminder of how much has been accomplished and how far there is still to go. At this age, there’s a good mix of experience and ambition, with enough lessons learned to appreciate the wins and handle the challenges. Here’s to more good times, fewer worries, and plenty of memorable moments ahead.

To celebrate the day, I rallied my friend Breanna, her son Rocky, & Rost, & we set out for a part of Glacier I had never explored before – Two Medicine. This was my first time venturing into this part of the park, but it won’t be my last. I’m so grateful to live close to such a beautiful, majestic place.

40 is on the horizon… should it be something extra special?

Top o’ Big Mountain

Rost and I took a tram ride to the top of Big Mountain for a ranger-led hike. I have only hiked to the top of Big Mountain once before, many years ago, and the Tram is a much more pleasant way to get there. We took a nice little hike, picked (and ate) as many wild strawberries as we could find, and enjoyed the views as best we could. This trip might have to become a yearly tradition.