We took a quick trip to Spokane this weekend. We left Friday afternoon and arrived around 10:30pm. On the way there, about 30 miles outside of Spokane our gas light came on. And I have to mention that I was driving and keeping an eye on the gas gauge. Twice I asked Brent, "do you think we should fill up?" "No we'll be fine" was the reply. So anytime the gas light comes on i'm a nervous wreck. Can you imagine running out of gas 30 miles from the nearest town, at 10:00 at night with 4 sleeping kids in the car? So I turned off on the nearest exit..about 10 miles later. The only gas station in town was closed. So back onto the freeway we went. By now my hands are sweating and the gaslight is like a neon sign shining in my eyes. Brent keeps assuring me that we'll make it...but I jumped on the next chance to fill up (another 10 miles later) The van took 20.5 gallons of gas. The next day we looked in our car manual and found out that we had a 21 gallon tank. We were 1/2 gallon away from running out of gas. This is one instance when i'm glad I didn't listen to my hubby! (love you hon!)
The rest of the trip was great. The reason we went was for Brent's brother Andrew who was heading out on his mission on Monday. He will the serving our church (www.mormon.org) in the Mexico, Leon mission. So we were able to attend the temple with him and spend some time with him before he left. We had a fun time shooting off rockets and flying kites at a park, talking and laughing and eating The trip went by way too fast and here we are home again. Back to the usual routine. We always look forward to those times when we can get together with family...!