Setaú úta (setauuta) wrote,
Setaú úta
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We survived

10+ hours each way in the car. Together. It was our first long car trip (I don't count the drives to and from Portland - comparatively, those are jaunts). Not only did we survive, the Froggy-car is still running (better than ever, really), and our relationship remains intact and strong. I call it a win.

In case you're wondering what the devil I'm talking about, Eric and I drove to Avon, Montana on Friday for his granfather's (third) funeral. We came back home yesterday. We stayed at his Uncle Jeff and Aunt Cheryl's place - I'd met them before, at the wedding, but I don't really count that as I don't remember much about that whole week. Many other aunts, uncles, and cousins came through, as well.

I understand now why Eric got along so well with Dad's side of the family in Colorado - his mom's side of the family is made up of, essentially, the same people. Fortunately, it works both ways - I seemed to fit in pretty well with his family, too. The women focus more on quilting than my family (the Wood women tend to be gardners, though Grandma did some quilting), so my cross-stitch got some attention.

The house was GORGEOUS, out on about 900 acres in the middle of nowhere. It was nice and a little creepy to have the place get truly dark at night - I hadn't realize how used to ambient light I am. The church and the community center-type place for the reception after the funeral could have been straight out of a postcard. It was beautiful, seeing how much of the town came out.

Overall, it went well. I nearly had it out with Eric's younger brother (the boy's got...issues), but other than that, it was a good trip.

Now to work for a day and a half before GENCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON! Woot!
Tags: family, montana, trip
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