This trip had to be the longest trip ever… 26 hours in and out of the car, and one night in a hotel is no fun. Quincee was a star most of the way. Right when we got to Rawlins which is about 2 hours away from Casper… Randahl was crying about Quincee crying and I was crying because they both were crying. I know it sounds silly but man those last 2 hours were hell. And after that I was chasing a horrible storm. Therse are some pictures but it doesn't do it any justice. There were tornado warnings on the radio and horrible hail and 65 mph wind a head of me. Good thing the kids finally fell asleep. When we got to Casper the storm had past and not even a drop of rain on my car. I thank Heavenly Father for that. The other Pictures are of the Salt flats. Its in-between Wendover, Nevada and Salt Lake City. It pretty cool. It looks like sand but it really dried up salt. All in all it was a fun trip. So glad I don't have to that for a long long time.
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