Day 2: 10 hours, more than 1000 miles (total) and three bags of hot tamales

Today we got of to a terrific start, right on time, and with a large coffee! It was wonderful! Then, about 2 hours into the drive, at about mile post 232 in Idaho outside of Twin Falls, we came to a dead stop. There has a horrendous, multiple car pile up that kept us at a complete stop for more than an hour. Making the best of the situation I did yoga poses and enjoyed the opportunity to soak up the sun and warmth on the interstate. Trina, on the other hand, worked in the car. The ONLY very bad part of this experience was that we had opted to skip the rest stop 15 minutes earlier. Did I mention that we stopped for coffee an hour prior? I have to tell you, it got a little dicey and I was seriously cruising a large, full, sage-brush bush along the road. Thankfully, I never had to bare my behind on the interstate....but as I said...it was dicey.

While we had hoped to land in Cheyenne, WY tonight, our long 'break' earlier this morning set us back. After 10-hours of driving we decided to call it a day. I am DELIGHTED to be eating my words. Ms Jasmine (feral kitty #1) has been an absolute princess (and not the sort of princess that demands couture and sparking water). She is consistently well mannered, quiet and incredibly purrrfect hour after hour. Macy, I am very happy to report, bless her heart, redeemed herself today. She was actually able to get into her bed and sleep episodically for several of the 10 driving hours. I am feeling really lucky to have such wonderful little beasts. Of course, given how well they are doing it is abundantly clear to me that I a) under estimated their ability to be well behaved travelers and b) we could have flown. Ugh. But the bright side is that we never would've seen the endless 'beauty', rolling range and the odd snow fences of Wyoming without our pet misjudgments. Oh thank goodness for silver linings.

Thank goodness also for hot tamales! We stopped in a fit of fatigue at a random gas station in the middle of, well, no where, and filled up on (god help us) mountain dew and hot tamales. It got us through and pepped us up, despite the holes I am convinced this combination chewed in our teeth and stomach linings. Alas, it turns out that we should have trained for this event. It is more like an Ironman than I ever would have imagined...of course an Ironman sans the swimming, biking and running and avec sitting, eating and looking. I need to sleep.