It's Sunday, the seventh day of our road trip, but this blog entry is about day six. Yesterday was the first day of our trip back to the island, and although today was a far more interesting day, it's worth writing a quick blurb about day 6.
Most of the day was spent at my parent's home; we finally left their house at 7 PM. After contemplating the various routes, we decided to head north on Highway 395 and spend the night at the Holiday Inn Express in the town of Bishop. This choice would open possibilities for the following day; we could go to Yosemite national park, we could go to Reno, Nevada, we could even head north to Bend, Oregon, if we were so inclined.
The ride was uneventful, and actually quite scenic; the clear skies and full moon bestowed on us a remarkable and serene glimpse of the contours of the land. Our daughter slept all the way, and our son asked an endless string of questions about everything under the sun (or moon, as was the case.) By the way, if you think you know how to answer any question a three and a half year old child can throw at you, try going on a road trip with him or her...
It was close to midnight when we finally arrived at the hotel. I had my hopes and expectations set very high after our stay at the Holiday Inn Express in Modesto; alas, the hotel in Bishop was quite the antipode of that experience. First, the clerk gave us a room on the second floor and left out the small but important fact that the hotel had no elevators. With two sleepy children, a cooler, and a mammoth luggage suitcase, taking the stairs was out of the question. The second room looked OK, except for the jeans, bra, and other undergarments that were neatly folded on top of one of the beds. It turns out that the manager was staying in that room... good thing she wasn't in the room when we walked in.
The third room was the charm... but not charming by any means. It was clean, sure, but the heater emitted a foul burning smell when turned on, the bathroom fan rattled when the light was turned on, and the mini-fridge gurgled so loudly that it had to be unplugged.
Needless to say though, after the late-night drive and fun but tiring questions from our son, we were all too happy to crash for the night.
p.s. I'm running out of battery power on my laptop, so I'm not sure when I'll have a chance to post the next entry.

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